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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1605 | 2017-11-04 08:51:15 | 39.76 | 94% |
| 1025 | 2017-01-06 12:22:16 | 36.78 | 88% |
| 651 | 2016-12-12 12:38:34 | 36.50 | 87% |