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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1991 | 2015-11-23 21:05:09 | 73.94 | 92% |
| 1329 | 2015-10-26 15:47:41 | 86.75 | 97% |
| 859 | 2015-10-09 15:14:11 | 70.02 | 90% |