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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1128 | 2016-07-16 21:59:11 | 117.99 | 99% |
| 1105 | 2016-07-14 01:11:40 | 110.59 | 96% |
| 241 | 2016-06-05 13:00:20 | 89.48 | 95% |