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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24306 | 2020-10-31 01:07:39 | 109.56 | 96% |
| 22295 | 2020-10-19 06:12:31 | 113.68 | 97% |
| 19988 | 2020-08-07 04:39:37 | 107.01 | 97% |
| 19386 | 2020-07-30 21:59:49 | 113.17 | 98% |
| 10674 | 2020-03-12 12:59:18 | 94.12 | 97% |