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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 707 | 2015-08-28 15:33:47 | 75.83 | 88% |
| 688 | 2015-06-29 18:32:59 | 70.74 | 91% |
| 227 | 2015-01-17 18:32:07 | 60.99 | 92% |
| 194 | 2015-01-15 21:55:59 | 50.64 | 86% |