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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1156 | 2016-12-29 04:05:18 | 98.01 | 91% |
| 1091 | 2016-12-23 04:00:50 | 111.93 | 96% |
| 725 | 2016-12-11 10:58:13 | 93.01 | 91% |