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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1485 | 2015-04-21 15:53:57 | 51.71 | 85% |
| 1310 | 2015-04-08 19:56:20 | 58.12 | 89% |
| 1124 | 2015-03-20 17:52:16 | 55.76 | 87% |
| 236 | 2014-08-29 19:18:51 | 52.07 | 89% |