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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6402 | 2019-02-21 13:59:18 | 121.77 | 98% |
| 1950 | 2017-04-16 12:57:24 | 85.90 | 90% |