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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6787 | 2017-12-09 11:49:05 | 133.01 | 97% |
| 992 | 2017-08-23 17:14:45 | 119.09 | 98% |