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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 635 | 2015-11-03 18:53:59 | 94.97 | 95% |
| 371 | 2015-10-15 13:01:58 | 90.28 | 95% |
| 76 | 2015-10-03 14:44:26 | 89.57 | 96% |