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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1043 | 2011-07-02 12:02:11 | 34.05 | 79% |
| 836 | 2011-06-10 07:40:38 | 37.59 | 86% |
| 602 | 2011-05-29 20:04:36 | 31.19 | 83% |
| 402 | 2011-05-24 18:58:24 | 31.74 | 85% |
| 300 | 2011-05-23 07:30:13 | 29.27 | 84% |