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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7546 | 2020-07-15 06:07:38 | 74.57 | 99% |
| 5309 | 2020-01-16 08:22:25 | 90.06 | 99% |
| 2885 | 2019-09-01 05:43:01 | 70.43 | 97% |
| 1884 | 2019-07-02 07:56:57 | 62.45 | 96% |