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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2940 | 2019-05-09 19:11:28 | 78.22 | 96% |
| 1645 | 2019-01-05 22:57:30 | 75.04 | 96% |
| 72 | 2018-11-18 23:33:10 | 62.81 | 96% |