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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1084 | 2015-09-11 17:26:51 | 70.14 | 94% |
| 808 | 2015-08-26 16:11:38 | 64.68 | 92% |
| 491 | 2015-08-13 19:23:09 | 59.47 | 91% |
| 359 | 2015-08-12 15:05:34 | 64.21 | 92% |
| 104 | 2015-08-03 21:15:10 | 59.42 | 92% |