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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2466 | 2017-12-13 18:47:21 | 66.84 | 97% |
| 1197 | 2017-05-16 16:28:30 | 64.53 | 90% |
| 1184 | 2017-05-16 14:40:53 | 64.19 | 91% |