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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1287 | 2016-03-25 18:00:19 | 66.12 | 98% |
| 796 | 2016-03-16 17:34:12 | 62.72 | 96% |
| 696 | 2016-03-16 01:17:08 | 61.81 | 97% |
| 521 | 2016-03-14 22:05:15 | 62.96 | 95% |