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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9260 | 2020-01-01 17:22:57 | 91.77 | 96% |
| 7753 | 2018-07-31 06:07:14 | 85.21 | 95% |
| 6945 | 2018-03-16 13:08:04 | 87.59 | 95% |
| 5377 | 2017-09-30 15:57:01 | 77.20 | 94% |