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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1956 | 2015-05-19 18:21:59 | 121.20 | 95% |
| 1596 | 2015-02-16 17:41:30 | 108.22 | 97% |
| 1139 | 2015-01-22 12:57:00 | 111.78 | 97% |
| 1133 | 2015-01-21 19:53:01 | 86.32 | 94% |
| 1009 | 2015-01-18 18:07:36 | 111.81 | 98% |