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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9001 | 2020-11-24 22:59:31 | 107.29 | 97% |
| 8091 | 2020-11-13 20:05:01 | 91.00 | 95% |
| 6205 | 2020-10-21 06:03:16 | 101.85 | 97% |
| 3170 | 2019-02-21 23:28:50 | 116.97 | 97% |
| 705 | 2019-01-03 03:46:52 | 98.77 | 97% |