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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4936 | 2019-07-08 00:30:33 | 88.29 | 99% |
| 4912 | 2019-07-05 03:42:11 | 82.73 | 99% |
| 4162 | 2019-05-16 11:15:14 | 80.23 | 98% |
| 733 | 2019-01-17 07:12:07 | 69.35 | 98% |