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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 845 | 2013-09-05 12:06:04 | 58.78 | 92% |
| 761 | 2013-07-09 07:32:19 | 55.81 | 92% |
| 210 | 2013-02-05 10:07:32 | 49.25 | 97% |
| 84 | 2013-01-20 11:24:10 | 44.14 | 92% |