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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6231 | 2020-11-29 16:07:37 | 78.05 | 96% |
| 4091 | 2020-08-20 19:09:43 | 77.44 | 96% |
| 3733 | 2020-08-14 14:08:20 | 74.87 | 96% |
| 1874 | 2020-06-14 18:08:54 | 63.89 | 95% |