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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2291 | 2015-09-21 07:05:46 | 76.38 | 97% |
| 2162 | 2015-07-08 12:58:06 | 77.17 | 97% |