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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2181 | 2016-07-25 17:01:42 | 59.24 | 98% |
| 2120 | 2016-06-06 01:23:11 | 66.30 | 98% |
| 1914 | 2015-12-21 10:10:05 | 54.01 | 94% |