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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 534 | 2015-04-17 03:11:35 | 66.17 | 90% |
| 426 | 2015-04-11 14:15:02 | 60.12 | 91% |
| 204 | 2015-02-10 09:16:00 | 61.60 | 90% |