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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1022 | 2016-09-04 14:58:42 | 95.31 | 88% |
| 796 | 2016-08-31 00:46:13 | 90.05 | 88% |
| 132 | 2014-06-12 22:20:14 | 83.70 | 86% |
| 121 | 2014-06-12 17:57:58 | 73.78 | 88% |