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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1295 | 2017-01-23 17:40:51 | 56.85 | 97% |
| 168 | 2016-05-20 10:17:42 | 52.35 | 93% |
| 74 | 2016-05-06 22:17:51 | 54.76 | 97% |