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 |
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430 | 2015-12-07 18:37:48 | 119.26 | 98% |
314 | 2015-08-01 03:41:31 | 77.02 | 88% |
260 | 2015-07-04 02:01:36 | 92.23 | 92% |