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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 287 | 2015-10-01 00:24:26 | 134.91 | 97% |
| 244 | 2015-09-30 21:40:11 | 110.31 | 87% |
| 122 | 2015-09-27 05:15:44 | 139.39 | 96% |