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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 937 | 2015-10-19 06:41:35 | 47.15 | 86% |
| 645 | 2015-10-07 08:39:19 | 47.39 | 86% |
| 595 | 2015-10-06 10:11:20 | 46.96 | 85% |
| 528 | 2015-09-24 11:29:15 | 37.04 | 84% |