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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1306 | 2017-07-18 18:17:16 | 57.98 | 95% |
| 1195 | 2017-06-28 13:46:14 | 48.41 | 93% |