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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 513 | 2011-07-03 08:07:21 | 62.91 | 97% |
| 401 | 2011-05-05 19:58:20 | 61.92 | 97% |
| 185 | 2009-05-16 09:06:29 | 50.06 |