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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1744 | 2017-03-04 03:28:18 | 103.75 | 94% |
| 1231 | 2017-02-14 09:45:12 | 94.70 | 93% |