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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1965 | 2012-11-15 01:47:29 | 50.02 | 89% |
| 1138 | 2012-06-17 00:58:43 | 39.60 | 87% |
| 1131 | 2012-06-16 17:52:06 | 46.12 | 92% |
| 798 | 2012-05-27 14:53:55 | 37.40 | 86% |
| 670 | 2012-05-19 15:41:22 | 34.72 | 83% |
| 566 | 2012-05-12 02:55:07 | 33.91 | 86% |