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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2697 | 2011-08-17 03:58:49 | 68.57 | 92% |
| 1772 | 2011-07-08 09:10:27 | 73.54 | 97% |
| 1735 | 2011-07-08 05:32:50 | 70.14 | 96% |
| 642 | 2011-06-15 01:56:11 | 65.89 | 97% |