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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 570 | 2015-12-02 03:16:34 | 32.36 | 96% |
| 469 | 2015-10-21 09:02:45 | 32.23 | 97% |
| 266 | 2015-09-22 17:17:57 | 26.96 | 94% |