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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25265 | 2018-07-02 02:47:25 | 96.04 | 97% |
| 18933 | 2017-11-28 19:47:57 | 98.78 | 99% |
| 11907 | 2017-08-01 23:27:33 | 95.28 | 98% |