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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 35093 | 2019-07-28 21:18:40 | 67.68 | 99% |
| 33756 | 2019-06-21 13:43:37 | 63.35 | 98% |
| 29367 | 2019-01-22 14:05:59 | 63.74 | 99% |