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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17711 | 2020-02-03 22:05:26 | 148.48 | 98% |
| 17399 | 2020-01-25 03:30:00 | 150.85 | 98% |
| 12286 | 2019-06-02 13:09:51 | 145.08 | 98% |
| 12019 | 2019-05-20 19:11:49 | 144.59 | 98% |