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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2055 | 2014-12-18 10:18:15 | 117.46 | 92% |
| 1998 | 2014-10-01 19:25:37 | 123.33 | 98% |
| 1033 | 2014-02-14 20:08:26 | 107.72 | 95% |
| 354 | 2013-12-15 12:09:13 | 97.15 | 94% |