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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5372 | 2019-05-02 00:48:35 | 207.25 | 100% |
| 154 | 2009-12-13 02:36:53 | 161.45 | |
| 77 | 2009-12-05 23:36:07 | 183.13 | |
| 62 | 2009-12-05 23:19:02 | 166.25 |