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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2116 | 2019-12-10 22:26:45 | 72.64 | 95% |
| 1514 | 2019-12-01 17:46:23 | 72.44 | 96% |
| 719 | 2017-08-02 03:52:59 | 58.04 | 95% |