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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 874 | 2015-12-13 21:03:18 | 119.41 | 96% |
| 277 | 2013-09-06 07:31:47 | 90.91 | 89% |
| 203 | 2013-08-30 11:33:11 | 112.36 | 91% |
| 151 | 2013-08-30 08:21:28 | 117.17 | 95% |