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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 303 | 2015-10-03 23:52:25 | 50.11 | 92% |
| 244 | 2015-07-08 00:32:14 | 58.80 | 94% |
| 55 | 2015-07-01 08:05:05 | 50.15 | 94% |