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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2420 | 2015-09-17 18:26:21 | 80.37 | 95% |
| 2242 | 2015-08-21 22:55:21 | 83.30 | 96% |
| 1756 | 2015-04-21 17:52:23 | 75.81 | 95% |
| 1105 | 2015-04-05 17:09:50 | 69.31 | 94% |
| 799 | 2015-03-20 23:32:29 | 61.09 | 95% |
| 144 | 2015-03-06 17:59:53 | 49.23 | 96% |