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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1961 | 2017-02-09 13:37:10 | 125.16 | 93% |
| 637 | 2016-02-21 07:22:37 | 117.98 | 96% |
| 484 | 2016-02-09 05:25:34 | 103.56 | 92% |