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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1853 | 2014-04-20 01:47:07 | 45.25 | 88% |
| 1716 | 2013-10-27 17:25:25 | 39.65 | 89% |
| 1431 | 2013-09-27 09:36:03 | 32.97 | 89% |