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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 595 | 2015-04-10 18:17:38 | 82.34 | 92% |
| 177 | 2015-02-10 16:56:46 | 86.41 | 95% |
| 105 | 2014-03-26 13:00:30 | 64.66 | 94% |