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 |
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5157 | 2020-01-13 00:10:20 | 72.57 | 97% |
2433 | 2019-01-07 21:52:14 | 63.80 | 96% |
866 | 2018-11-09 03:45:32 | 54.56 | 96% |
798 | 2018-11-06 09:51:32 | 56.37 | 96% |