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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1627 | 2017-10-31 17:04:44 | 109.27 | 98% |
| 1424 | 2017-10-21 18:21:07 | 97.80 | 97% |