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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3574 | 2017-08-14 19:00:26 | 61.56 | 97% |
| 2236 | 2017-07-16 20:01:01 | 46.16 | 93% |
| 2095 | 2017-07-13 20:51:43 | 52.79 | 96% |
| 964 | 2017-05-30 06:47:49 | 45.74 | 94% |
| 394 | 2017-04-29 21:40:20 | 40.45 | 93% |