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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1339 | 2015-04-13 13:07:46 | 82.34 | 96% |
| 1036 | 2014-11-04 00:50:19 | 72.12 | 95% |