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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13610 | 2018-12-21 22:18:07 | 76.02 | 98% |
| 8395 | 2018-06-24 12:21:08 | 84.34 | 98% |
| 2204 | 2018-01-24 22:51:18 | 74.70 | 99% |