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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2732 | 2017-04-28 17:24:59 | 79.11 | 95% |
| 2185 | 2017-03-14 22:31:22 | 78.56 | 97% |