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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1725 | 2017-03-09 11:43:46 | 62.44 | 96% |
| 905 | 2017-01-09 19:16:13 | 55.28 | 94% |
| 723 | 2017-01-06 19:08:44 | 53.18 | 91% |
| 718 | 2017-01-06 19:02:27 | 53.16 | 94% |