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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6792 | 2020-07-12 02:43:33 | 99.87 | 98% |
| 6740 | 2020-07-09 19:37:24 | 100.78 | 98% |
| 4657 | 2019-12-04 21:20:16 | 100.81 | 99% |