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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1118 | 2015-12-06 13:48:21 | 50.11 | 94% |
| 1111 | 2015-12-06 13:35:51 | 48.29 | 92% |
| 700 | 2015-11-21 00:39:12 | 44.12 | 90% |