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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1295 | 2017-04-19 03:43:20 | 81.30 | 92% |
| 841 | 2016-02-02 19:52:02 | 85.87 | 95% |
| 774 | 2016-01-28 19:29:29 | 82.24 | 94% |
| 674 | 2016-01-12 19:55:37 | 73.42 | 90% |