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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1560 | 2016-05-16 21:11:23 | 86.87 | 97% |
| 1073 | 2016-04-30 16:08:30 | 104.72 | 98% |
| 966 | 2016-04-27 22:01:07 | 96.92 | 95% |
| 912 | 2016-04-23 22:22:59 | 82.07 | 93% |