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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1942 | 2016-07-14 20:42:38 | 108.72 | 99% |
| 1499 | 2016-05-31 19:43:59 | 100.78 | 98% |
| 1452 | 2016-05-25 19:13:56 | 107.26 | 99% |
| 1144 | 2016-03-28 18:48:43 | 105.30 | 99% |
| 975 | 2016-03-02 22:26:46 | 90.43 | 95% |