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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28129 | 2019-06-18 21:59:09 | 151.15 | 98% |
| 25783 | 2019-03-22 02:46:21 | 166.03 | 100% |
| 23393 | 2019-02-10 20:21:41 | 143.89 | 99% |
| 20548 | 2019-01-16 03:12:30 | 151.47 | 99% |