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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 980 | 2011-07-20 09:25:18 | 53.98 | 90% |
| 743 | 2011-06-29 20:00:28 | 52.17 | 94% |
| 173 | 2011-06-05 10:43:31 | 46.66 | 90% |