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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2298 | 2015-05-27 19:38:41 | 60.13 | 81% |
| 1524 | 2015-05-13 14:27:12 | 71.17 | 89% |
| 852 | 2015-05-07 17:14:44 | 60.85 | 88% |
| 29 | 2015-04-29 12:55:31 | 62.61 | 85% |