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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1835 | 2017-04-19 03:06:45 | 54.09 | 94% |
| 1556 | 2017-03-17 21:27:20 | 42.23 | 89% |
| 935 | 2017-02-26 02:10:19 | 56.32 | 97% |
| 857 | 2017-02-23 00:55:31 | 47.72 | 91% |
| 600 | 2017-02-13 16:53:51 | 50.23 | 95% |