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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6211 | 2018-10-17 03:13:24 | 101.83 | 97% |
| 1971 | 2017-04-17 04:15:23 | 87.85 | 93% |
| 225 | 2016-09-19 01:12:10 | 41.65 | 91% |
| 184 | 2016-09-14 02:19:21 | 55.09 | 95% |