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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1638 | 2019-06-25 14:31:01 | 76.06 | 96% |
| 315 | 2013-08-25 14:13:48 | 42.03 | 93% |
| 267 | 2013-08-20 13:45:01 | 41.43 | 87% |