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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 464 | 2015-12-31 00:15:28 | 125.93 | 95% |
| 417 | 2015-12-29 02:02:06 | 137.67 | 98% |
| 401 | 2015-12-27 04:03:43 | 121.78 | 96% |
| 354 | 2015-12-24 22:23:19 | 136.72 | 98% |