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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3851 | 2020-02-17 21:49:34 | 104.91 | 99% |
| 2692 | 2017-11-16 17:05:55 | 97.81 | 98% |
| 528 | 2016-08-17 10:58:59 | 84.52 | 96% |