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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 951 | 2014-05-25 09:44:18 | 100.81 | 96% |
| 812 | 2014-05-06 17:31:53 | 97.17 | 98% |
| 121 | 2014-03-18 07:18:08 | 103.45 | 98% |
| 60 | 2014-03-16 15:34:27 | 95.04 | 96% |