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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 935 | 2015-11-20 15:26:28 | 104.37 | 96% |
| 857 | 2015-11-19 18:20:41 | 99.70 | 93% |
| 669 | 2015-11-18 19:01:48 | 81.96 | 88% |
| 427 | 2015-11-17 17:19:45 | 91.37 | 91% |