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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5830 | 2019-02-15 23:22:21 | 166.38 | 99% |
| 4861 | 2018-11-13 17:44:01 | 161.70 | 99% |
| 1789 | 2015-04-25 15:19:12 | 133.64 | 93% |