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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 607 | 2015-07-04 07:42:14 | 47.14 | 92% |
| 355 | 2015-06-06 18:42:04 | 41.27 | 89% |
| 260 | 2015-06-05 01:01:17 | 45.89 | 90% |
| 9 | 2015-05-27 12:07:41 | 44.47 | 93% |