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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1131 | 2015-08-25 04:34:35 | 45.63 | 95% |
| 1114 | 2015-08-24 02:55:02 | 43.41 | 92% |
| 859 | 2015-08-07 14:16:07 | 37.32 | 91% |