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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1012 | 2015-05-08 14:38:42 | 50.86 | 97% |
| 421 | 2015-03-08 21:21:44 | 50.34 | 95% |
| 296 | 2015-03-02 13:04:54 | 49.38 | 94% |