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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2112 | 2020-01-17 04:09:31 | 98.11 | 98% |
| 1083 | 2019-12-27 04:42:44 | 84.82 | 97% |
| 414 | 2015-03-23 14:23:36 | 56.16 | 89% |