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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6524 | 2020-02-17 18:18:38 | 58.76 | 96% |
| 2526 | 2019-01-21 19:43:12 | 62.39 | 96% |
| 1294 | 2018-11-26 13:21:31 | 61.39 | 97% |