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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10370 | 2020-11-06 00:50:46 | 131.30 | 98% |
| 9713 | 2020-10-01 03:04:39 | 134.00 | 99% |
| 5892 | 2020-07-23 16:08:54 | 132.53 | 100% |
| 773 | 2020-05-02 17:16:06 | 97.40 | 98% |