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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10584 | 2020-05-20 06:45:48 | 113.09 | 99% |
| 10016 | 2020-04-18 08:57:39 | 101.40 | 98% |
| 9689 | 2020-04-03 09:03:28 | 107.51 | 99% |
| 6754 | 2019-07-22 00:45:38 | 83.38 | 96% |