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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11714 | 2020-01-27 17:39:44 | 65.34 | 97% |
| 4172 | 2017-08-15 15:52:25 | 37.57 | 95% |
| 3837 | 2017-08-03 16:03:32 | 48.52 | 96% |
| 2689 | 2017-05-23 19:44:45 | 42.07 | 86% |