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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1047 | 2015-06-08 21:17:26 | 95.81 | 98% |
| 859 | 2015-05-18 04:54:15 | 98.02 | 98% |
| 556 | 2015-05-13 02:33:41 | 99.43 | 97% |
| 75 | 2015-05-08 15:05:50 | 87.34 | 94% |