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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1133 | 2020-10-17 06:25:25 | 77.83 | 97% |
| 902 | 2020-09-14 17:33:22 | 70.50 | 96% |
| 239 | 2013-08-09 08:48:30 | 47.27 | 88% |
| 151 | 2013-08-04 05:41:50 | 44.64 | 85% |
| 140 | 2013-08-03 15:11:41 | 41.36 | 89% |