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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1248 | 2014-07-15 06:54:11 | 121.50 | 96% |
| 1122 | 2014-03-03 10:19:52 | 104.23 | 93% |
| 679 | 2012-11-28 09:23:43 | 104.80 | 94% |
| 42 | 2012-08-31 23:28:36 | 106.99 | 95% |