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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2282 | 2018-02-28 19:25:55 | 125.03 | 98% |
| 1739 | 2018-01-04 12:13:30 | 113.93 | 97% |