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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1055 | 2011-11-19 02:41:33 | 53.35 | 94% |
| 1014 | 2011-11-18 18:04:49 | 55.86 | 97% |
| 763 | 2011-11-15 19:34:04 | 63.73 | 95% |