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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1330 | 2015-03-31 01:43:10 | 91.32 | 93% |
| 1030 | 2015-03-25 14:29:33 | 90.36 | 91% |
| 466 | 2015-03-09 01:17:15 | 99.43 | 96% |
| 404 | 2015-03-07 08:28:07 | 97.22 | 93% |