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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1503 | 2016-11-10 16:04:32 | 52.97 | 91% |
| 928 | 2016-10-12 21:06:37 | 46.69 | 87% |
| 908 | 2016-10-07 18:28:42 | 46.80 | 90% |