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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7147 | 2018-09-20 17:27:17 | 91.50 | 98% |
| 6610 | 2018-08-15 06:42:30 | 83.44 | 97% |
| 4090 | 2018-03-19 03:36:01 | 81.43 | 98% |
| 1881 | 2017-09-18 15:49:26 | 70.33 | 98% |