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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8639 | 2020-06-20 18:54:50 | 131.73 | 97% |
| 1870 | 2013-02-28 03:08:46 | 104.99 | 90% |
| 1605 | 2013-02-15 02:57:39 | 101.93 | 90% |
| 899 | 2013-01-08 22:37:18 | 102.28 | 91% |