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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1661 | 2014-06-11 17:54:23 | 75.49 | 98% |
| 1559 | 2014-06-07 12:23:54 | 74.13 | 98% |
| 1533 | 2014-06-06 13:32:49 | 78.80 | 99% |
| 859 | 2014-05-09 07:37:33 | 65.95 | 96% |