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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3008 | 2019-02-15 11:16:02 | 81.14 | 97% |
| 1864 | 2019-01-17 14:48:26 | 73.94 | 97% |
| 506 | 2018-12-02 21:11:07 | 78.86 | 97% |