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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 44054 | 2020-08-14 06:34:39 | 107.91 | 97% |
| 40997 | 2020-05-07 15:52:59 | 117.04 | 98% |
| 39774 | 2020-03-05 01:26:09 | 113.52 | 98% |
| 37036 | 2019-07-29 12:03:06 | 102.45 | 97% |