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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5710 | 2020-02-05 04:44:43 | 85.88 | 98% |
| 4939 | 2019-12-29 06:22:14 | 71.84 | 96% |
| 4336 | 2019-11-24 07:46:14 | 72.01 | 97% |