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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3426 | 2017-09-28 12:21:53 | 80.42 | 97% |
| 3012 | 2017-09-05 14:56:38 | 84.41 | 98% |
| 2848 | 2017-09-01 17:06:02 | 70.83 | 96% |
| 2118 | 2017-08-07 15:26:30 | 79.92 | 97% |
| 640 | 2017-06-23 16:40:14 | 69.15 | 98% |