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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4671 | 2018-04-23 08:19:11 | 72.21 | 97% |
| 2128 | 2017-10-17 10:37:45 | 53.85 | 96% |
| 1123 | 2017-05-03 07:17:45 | 41.10 | 91% |