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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3770 | 2019-07-10 12:50:54 | 38.80 | 96% |
| 1508 | 2016-02-18 17:05:16 | 54.60 | 96% |
| 873 | 2015-04-26 12:58:34 | 39.95 | 93% |
| 758 | 2015-04-18 12:43:47 | 48.35 | 92% |
| 310 | 2015-03-31 09:52:21 | 39.70 | 87% |