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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14734 | 2020-11-08 03:08:38 | 117.69 | 99% |
| 12655 | 2020-06-08 16:25:15 | 116.38 | 99% |
| 5912 | 2018-06-22 04:36:44 | 100.90 | 99% |
| 3773 | 2017-10-28 03:00:33 | 93.34 | 97% |