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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2747 | 2018-12-31 19:59:06 | 102.04 | 98% |
| 2472 | 2018-12-29 09:51:48 | 101.18 | 98% |
| 1184 | 2018-12-09 15:52:32 | 103.23 | 99% |