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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1389 | 2016-06-30 18:17:13 | 75.05 | 87% |
| 724 | 2016-03-16 11:14:10 | 51.82 | 86% |
| 433 | 2016-03-12 21:24:18 | 49.58 | 85% |
| 413 | 2016-03-12 19:43:05 | 50.98 | 85% |