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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7292 | 2020-02-15 05:45:09 | 69.67 | 98% |
| 6688 | 2019-11-02 01:21:49 | 74.59 | 98% |
| 480 | 2018-07-22 23:23:27 | 60.80 | 98% |