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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 948 | 2016-06-10 14:34:50 | 54.94 | 92% |
| 796 | 2016-03-16 10:25:44 | 54.00 | 93% |
| 743 | 2016-03-07 20:46:15 | 55.38 | 92% |
| 100 | 2015-12-31 18:01:30 | 55.63 | 96% |