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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3983 | 2018-08-27 08:20:29 | 75.28 | 99% |
| 3646 | 2018-08-20 03:13:57 | 66.20 | 98% |
| 2739 | 2018-08-05 16:44:44 | 68.92 | 99% |