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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4057 | 2017-07-12 21:25:37 | 95.65 | 97% |
| 445 | 2017-01-26 02:24:14 | 59.40 | 83% |
| 417 | 2017-01-25 20:56:06 | 53.61 | 88% |