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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 348 | 2019-11-02 23:05:27 | 77.61 | 95% |
| 91 | 2010-06-20 04:26:45 | 72.10 | |
| 64 | 2010-05-29 19:20:53 | 95.26 |