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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1933 | 2017-06-16 03:25:31 | 121.82 | 97% |
| 1844 | 2017-05-29 08:34:00 | 109.16 | 92% |
| 1669 | 2017-04-03 09:44:32 | 101.30 | 88% |
| 319 | 2015-12-07 11:02:25 | 80.18 | 85% |