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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4948 | 2019-06-15 20:43:46 | 70.97 | 96% |
| 4145 | 2019-05-31 19:40:57 | 71.47 | 95% |
| 3939 | 2019-05-26 16:38:10 | 73.74 | 97% |