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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15914 | 2020-08-21 13:50:31 | 83.23 | 97% |
| 15760 | 2020-08-18 13:39:45 | 89.89 | 97% |
| 11515 | 2020-04-06 23:30:26 | 83.98 | 97% |
| 6934 | 2020-01-30 02:06:32 | 76.39 | 97% |
| 5536 | 2020-01-12 22:02:37 | 75.22 | 97% |