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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1875 | 2017-10-05 21:27:16 | 76.87 | 97% |
| 1050 | 2017-09-12 17:54:16 | 66.79 | 97% |