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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1721 | 2016-11-24 12:40:38 | 55.23 | 94% |
| 1521 | 2016-11-17 18:33:19 | 55.19 | 95% |
| 693 | 2016-09-09 14:23:54 | 50.65 | 97% |