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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 383 | 2011-12-11 06:51:10 | 97.86 | 92% |
| 222 | 2011-11-29 21:04:31 | 91.87 | 88% |
| 54 | 2011-07-08 01:07:57 | 97.86 | 96% |