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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 842 | 2016-01-07 01:33:15 | 71.36 | 90% |
| 825 | 2016-01-06 03:46:19 | 73.21 | 93% |
| 812 | 2016-01-03 01:21:16 | 68.35 | 91% |