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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6811 | 2020-06-18 09:47:20 | 78.18 | 97% |
| 6658 | 2020-06-09 03:08:12 | 79.59 | 97% |
| 2299 | 2019-12-26 03:41:10 | 65.40 | 97% |
| 2013 | 2019-12-17 10:23:06 | 71.18 | 98% |