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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 346 | 2011-12-08 21:49:27 | 111.40 | 94% |
| 330 | 2011-12-07 03:45:27 | 105.86 | 94% |
| 47 | 2009-09-30 05:24:34 | 108.70 | |
| 5 | 2009-09-26 08:19:32 | 100.05 |