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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3708 | 2019-05-23 18:18:41 | 73.76 | 94% |
| 1787 | 2018-12-23 21:44:09 | 63.76 | 95% |
| 1521 | 2018-12-18 02:35:29 | 67.37 | 93% |