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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2915 | 2019-04-14 11:26:45 | 71.15 | 97% |
| 695 | 2018-07-22 14:13:04 | 56.37 | 95% |
| 562 | 2018-06-14 16:01:05 | 57.95 | 95% |