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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1392 | 2011-05-05 02:35:44 | 78.51 | 97% |
| 815 | 2009-12-24 20:01:23 | 66.98 | |
| 783 | 2009-12-23 15:36:03 | 75.57 | |
| 541 | 2009-12-13 17:00:02 | 74.55 |