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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1675 | 2017-08-23 18:20:55 | 53.75 | 96% |
| 1271 | 2017-03-05 15:05:38 | 60.44 | 91% |
| 530 | 2017-01-16 16:48:53 | 52.62 | 88% |