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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1048 | 2012-05-12 14:55:09 | 62.36 | 97% |
| 835 | 2012-05-06 23:41:17 | 56.37 | 96% |
| 258 | 2012-04-23 03:17:20 | 47.16 | 95% |