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 | 2016-12-17 07:41:10 | 97.81 | 95% |
| 390 | 2014-12-03 11:43:07 | 65.98 | 94% |
| 300 | 2014-12-01 09:28:47 | 72.55 | 97% |
| 235 | 2014-11-30 07:34:48 | 65.30 | 94% |