I don't know why I'm here. I mean, I do. I'm nervous, I guess. Anxious. I don't sleep that well. And my hands... they're fine now. It's like when you have a problem with your car and you go to a mechanic and it's not doing it anymore. Not that you're a mechanic. I guess a lot of people must come here worried about the bomb. Is that true? It's a common nightmare, people say. I read it in a magazine. My mother always told me that it wasn't polite to talk about yourself. She passed away recently. I guess I already said that.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7416 | 2020-01-22 10:31:53 | 93.78 | 98% |
| 7208 | 2019-09-29 08:07:52 | 97.35 | 98% |
| 2175 | 2018-01-11 11:56:25 | 75.62 | 96% |