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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16925 | 2019-04-12 21:39:09 | 187.65 | 99% |
| 12678 | 2019-02-06 11:15:49 | 165.61 | 97% |
| 12320 | 2019-02-04 08:19:46 | 157.12 | 98% |
| 11607 | 2019-01-31 23:03:24 | 176.15 | 99% |