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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 640 | 2015-08-10 09:35:19 | 89.54 | 77% |
| 586 | 2015-08-08 10:35:09 | 89.72 | 73% |
| 395 | 2015-07-29 12:57:07 | 72.82 | 96% |