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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 937 | 2020-02-23 02:59:44 | 83.49 | 97% |
| 519 | 2016-10-27 23:54:13 | 68.61 | 92% |
| 455 | 2016-10-06 21:58:34 | 57.96 | 93% |
| 83 | 2016-02-20 02:30:26 | 59.21 | 91% |