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 |
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556 | 2015-09-17 05:42:28 | 126.72 | 98% |
120 | 2012-09-13 18:15:08 | 106.71 | 98% |