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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2430 | 2020-04-18 18:45:04 | 96.28 | 95% |
| 377 | 2018-10-02 22:09:34 | 67.83 | 95% |
| 246 | 2018-09-28 19:53:24 | 68.83 | 96% |