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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9466 | 2019-08-08 12:27:26 | 86.77 | 97% |
| 7552 | 2019-05-27 04:44:52 | 80.33 | 97% |
| 6527 | 2019-04-21 08:37:58 | 87.26 | 98% |
| 6207 | 2019-03-18 05:24:43 | 87.77 | 98% |