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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9253 | 2020-05-26 03:21:54 | 117.04 | 99% |
| 8038 | 2019-09-12 05:13:59 | 102.83 | 98% |
| 4909 | 2017-12-02 06:50:03 | 105.19 | 98% |
| 4195 | 2017-11-17 01:37:48 | 95.70 | 97% |
| 4051 | 2017-11-14 17:50:16 | 87.81 | 97% |