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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3808 | 2017-04-26 19:11:51 | 55.87 | 94% |
| 1305 | 2017-04-05 05:38:59 | 36.78 | 93% |