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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13965 | 2020-10-16 07:39:28 | 146.10 | 100% |
| 3247 | 2020-06-03 19:56:15 | 93.05 | 97% |
| 1837 | 2020-05-24 20:44:15 | 100.64 | 96% |