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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2410 | 2015-11-04 18:53:56 | 54.01 | 91% |
| 1832 | 2015-10-13 22:05:56 | 54.86 | 91% |
| 1076 | 2015-09-10 23:50:15 | 31.33 | 85% |
| 214 | 2015-08-07 01:41:19 | 33.19 | 90% |