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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 272 | 2016-04-12 17:21:40 | 98.54 | 92% |
| 223 | 2016-03-24 02:12:35 | 92.95 | 95% |
| 199 | 2016-03-21 17:04:00 | 77.11 | 88% |
| 129 | 2016-03-17 03:35:53 | 85.54 | 93% |