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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1846 | 2015-03-28 10:17:45 | 56.43 | 95% |
| 1505 | 2015-03-08 11:02:41 | 46.83 | 93% |
| 1439 | 2015-03-07 14:47:33 | 49.96 | 97% |
| 909 | 2015-02-18 17:42:31 | 46.56 | 96% |