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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 126 | 2015-02-22 02:14:09 | 116.44 | 91% |
| 67 | 2015-02-17 21:40:19 | 132.79 | 93% |
| 24 | 2015-02-10 21:47:12 | 127.42 | 94% |