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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1370 | 2018-12-06 16:05:19 | 53.41 | 96% |
| 375 | 2013-11-18 21:14:59 | 60.22 | 96% |
| 23 | 2013-01-29 13:54:17 | 44.60 | 95% |