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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2146 | 2016-03-26 05:24:49 | 60.24 | 96% |
| 1557 | 2013-10-09 11:56:25 | 72.17 | 97% |