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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9886 | 2018-11-19 02:42:14 | 88.00 | 97% |
| 9440 | 2018-10-24 22:45:54 | 84.19 | 96% |