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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1001 | 2016-07-09 10:10:09 | 37.75 | 93% |
| 642 | 2016-06-28 04:34:50 | 34.26 | 85% |
| 450 | 2016-06-23 09:22:25 | 35.21 | 88% |