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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9126 | 2020-07-04 18:49:54 | 105.52 | 98% |
| 6195 | 2020-04-22 23:45:17 | 88.63 | 98% |
| 4528 | 2020-04-05 03:57:54 | 83.12 | 97% |