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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 359 | 2016-01-09 06:05:49 | 77.88 | 97% |
| 183 | 2016-01-04 04:52:29 | 66.03 | 93% |
| 122 | 2016-01-01 22:56:33 | 67.37 | 96% |