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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2212 | 2016-04-07 04:31:17 | 45.18 | 91% |
| 2131 | 2016-04-04 20:04:09 | 46.52 | 90% |
| 1602 | 2016-03-16 03:42:24 | 49.14 | 96% |
| 800 | 2016-03-01 15:27:37 | 45.08 | 94% |