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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2641 | 2017-02-24 14:32:01 | 73.34 | 91% |
| 1902 | 2017-01-27 11:35:23 | 68.08 | 94% |