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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1967 | 2015-05-26 15:42:49 | 71.40 | 95% |
| 745 | 2014-02-25 22:58:33 | 57.47 | 91% |
| 642 | 2014-02-13 20:50:07 | 63.54 | 96% |