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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1653 | 2014-08-12 15:50:45 | 89.55 | 96% |
| 1410 | 2014-05-14 23:25:19 | 88.22 | 97% |
| 1368 | 2014-05-10 18:15:17 | 98.22 | 99% |
| 595 | 2013-08-19 15:32:15 | 94.17 | 97% |