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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 611 | 2015-05-09 09:24:11 | 79.07 | 92% |
| 511 | 2015-04-25 18:06:14 | 69.11 | 88% |
| 488 | 2015-04-25 10:41:28 | 66.83 | 88% |
| 43 | 2015-02-28 13:48:49 | 69.15 | 90% |