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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 863 | 2014-08-18 08:30:19 | 65.52 | 89% |
| 721 | 2014-08-15 20:14:59 | 65.03 | 92% |
| 717 | 2014-08-15 19:20:24 | 63.78 | 91% |