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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3209 | 2017-12-25 22:56:25 | 72.01 | 97% |
| 821 | 2016-05-09 09:14:49 | 46.14 | 91% |
| 259 | 2016-03-16 19:01:55 | 34.86 | 87% |