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 |
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1504 | 2012-05-31 18:33:56 | 79.80 | 95% |
1147 | 2012-03-20 18:21:44 | 77.59 | 95% |
758 | 2012-01-12 19:18:05 | 74.81 | 94% |