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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1629 | 2012-10-22 19:59:09 | 80.98 | 91% |
| 1544 | 2012-10-05 15:24:32 | 94.60 | 95% |
| 1205 | 2012-08-08 20:41:10 | 99.65 | 95% |
| 325 | 2012-06-01 12:29:51 | 94.30 | 94% |