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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1285 | 2015-05-04 13:39:55 | 39.60 | 97% |
| 1252 | 2015-05-04 12:50:44 | 39.91 | 97% |
| 286 | 2015-04-12 10:25:43 | 35.16 | 96% |