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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12717 | 2020-12-16 10:42:32 | 72.63 | 97% |
| 6532 | 2020-08-02 15:05:29 | 108.17 | 98% |
| 6482 | 2020-07-31 11:06:25 | 100.19 | 97% |
| 1340 | 2020-05-14 14:32:57 | 95.74 | 96% |