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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2829 | 2020-03-01 12:55:59 | 122.53 | 99% |
| 679 | 2013-01-12 16:25:15 | 96.69 | 88% |
| 608 | 2012-12-08 23:47:14 | 111.04 | 95% |
| 1 | 2012-10-09 14:06:31 | 64.61 | 88% |