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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 684 | 2016-07-09 10:10:43 | 28.77 | 78% |
| 309 | 2016-06-28 04:34:49 | 34.46 | 85% |
| 259 | 2016-06-21 12:02:18 | 41.22 | 92% |