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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1230 | 2017-01-13 04:26:50 | 74.22 | 93% |
| 961 | 2017-01-05 15:41:09 | 56.64 | 85% |
| 252 | 2016-12-09 08:31:32 | 50.50 | 85% |
| 244 | 2016-12-08 21:34:48 | 52.79 | 87% |