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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4795 | 2019-11-12 16:47:32 | 160.13 | 99% |
| 3123 | 2017-07-11 17:48:17 | 149.54 | 99% |
| 463 | 2015-06-12 12:44:12 | 141.84 | 97% |
| 354 | 2015-06-11 06:05:15 | 157.50 | 97% |