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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11626 | 2020-11-03 14:52:50 | 90.49 | 97% |
| 9137 | 2020-05-09 03:59:26 | 85.66 | 97% |
| 4128 | 2019-07-08 14:17:09 | 92.76 | 97% |
| 2070 | 2019-02-19 15:03:02 | 74.29 | 97% |