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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 678 | 2015-11-24 19:08:19 | 41.17 | 92% |
| 362 | 2015-09-23 17:57:17 | 35.97 | 90% |
| 205 | 2015-09-18 21:50:57 | 32.59 | 89% |
| 54 | 2015-08-26 18:20:03 | 26.07 | 86% |