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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2196 | 2018-11-06 12:09:37 | 83.93 | 96% |
| 1860 | 2018-10-27 21:30:58 | 81.57 | 97% |