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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 475 | 2015-03-17 23:10:04 | 58.19 | 91% |
| 133 | 2015-03-13 18:39:09 | 59.19 | 92% |
| 74 | 2015-03-12 20:13:44 | 63.55 | 93% |