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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1268 | 2016-11-30 17:26:01 | 72.94 | 91% |
| 1162 | 2016-11-22 12:47:21 | 67.37 | 95% |