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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1954 | 2018-02-13 11:58:06 | 89.88 | 98% |
| 1762 | 2018-02-05 17:18:04 | 86.73 | 98% |
| 1419 | 2018-02-03 01:20:39 | 74.58 | 98% |