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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 671 | 2012-08-20 22:33:24 | 29.02 | 90% |
| 515 | 2012-08-07 01:20:54 | 32.00 | 93% |
| 490 | 2012-08-03 01:25:05 | 30.65 | 91% |
| 454 | 2012-08-02 01:20:15 | 29.99 | 90% |