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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2001 | 2020-08-06 22:41:10 | 152.69 | 99% |
| 997 | 2011-09-19 22:48:04 | 166.03 | 96% |
| 8 | 2011-06-21 21:12:43 | 153.35 | 95% |