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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1070 | 2014-01-04 20:05:29 | 53.37 | 92% |
| 663 | 2013-12-27 22:58:48 | 55.60 | 95% |
| 328 | 2013-12-21 09:44:17 | 44.88 | 88% |
| 220 | 2013-12-18 16:21:11 | 46.94 | 91% |