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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1265 | 2017-04-04 18:45:07 | 113.33 | 95% |
| 1229 | 2017-03-21 16:41:25 | 116.53 | 96% |