There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child, I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I've got that feeling once again. I can't explain you will not understand. This is not how I am.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1998 | 2017-11-02 19:08:56 | 102.20 | 97% |
| 1856 | 2017-10-23 20:21:25 | 104.00 | 97% |