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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1499 | 2016-05-06 22:17:56 | 51.57 | 87% |
| 1387 | 2016-04-29 13:12:34 | 49.38 | 83% |
| 977 | 2016-03-31 10:19:56 | 55.28 | 88% |
| 739 | 2016-03-13 05:43:38 | 44.88 | 86% |
| 527 | 2016-02-27 05:14:04 | 43.25 | 91% |