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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11332 | 2020-10-21 16:25:58 | 97.49 | 99% |
| 9150 | 2020-09-23 20:02:52 | 95.93 | 98% |
| 1945 | 2020-05-14 11:57:35 | 78.43 | 97% |