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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2003 | 2018-04-07 15:33:26 | 101.75 | 98% |
| 1221 | 2017-07-29 13:34:20 | 113.50 | 98% |
| 28 | 2013-09-19 23:14:59 | 84.96 | 90% |