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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 947 | 2015-07-06 17:06:45 | 64.26 | 92% |
| 857 | 2015-06-29 16:51:04 | 54.32 | 89% |
| 128 | 2015-05-17 16:55:59 | 46.77 | 87% |