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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 892 | 2016-03-28 06:57:19 | 55.61 | 92% |
| 834 | 2016-03-26 10:37:25 | 59.24 | 95% |
| 683 | 2016-03-17 22:06:01 | 58.17 | 94% |
| 200 | 2016-02-19 12:58:30 | 45.27 | 93% |