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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1999 | 2019-06-24 12:52:27 | 59.72 | 96% |
| 1970 | 2019-06-24 12:16:35 | 60.04 | 96% |
| 1819 | 2019-06-18 06:12:46 | 57.42 | 96% |