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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 927 | 2016-11-07 06:01:45 | 56.13 | 93% |
| 885 | 2016-10-30 19:45:18 | 57.80 | 92% |
| 549 | 2016-09-11 11:00:54 | 47.89 | 87% |
| 538 | 2016-09-11 10:45:08 | 56.01 | 94% |