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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 794 | 2015-03-05 19:16:05 | 97.20 | 96% |
| 328 | 2015-02-18 15:48:09 | 87.71 | 98% |
| 247 | 2015-02-13 21:27:37 | 91.49 | 98% |