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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 974 | 2014-08-04 12:14:59 | 53.93 | 87% |
| 882 | 2014-08-01 14:52:42 | 62.95 | 95% |
| 521 | 2014-07-12 19:08:14 | 49.48 | 91% |
| 479 | 2014-07-10 18:33:13 | 47.24 | 91% |