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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5623 | 2019-12-19 19:16:24 | 62.74 | 98% |
| 4941 | 2017-08-12 06:19:54 | 153.84 | 98% |
| 4940 | 2017-08-12 06:19:06 | 137.93 | 98% |