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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1934 | 2017-02-08 14:17:09 | 81.79 | 96% |
| 1906 | 2017-02-05 14:34:29 | 82.84 | 95% |
| 73 | 2010-10-02 05:33:08 | 43.69 | |
| 71 | 2010-10-02 05:27:21 | 43.22 |