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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1079 | 2013-08-11 13:28:41 | 66.63 | 88% |
| 982 | 2011-12-26 14:42:39 | 67.28 | 92% |
| 661 | 2011-10-08 11:50:41 | 64.28 | 91% |
| 100 | 2011-04-03 20:01:23 | 52.56 |