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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1870 | 2015-08-01 21:56:58 | 58.29 | 91% |
| 1866 | 2015-08-01 21:50:09 | 55.99 | 91% |
| 1480 | 2015-05-15 22:55:17 | 50.79 | 90% |
| 1068 | 2015-04-13 00:05:52 | 43.47 | 95% |
| 249 | 2015-02-14 20:31:58 | 31.92 | 95% |