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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 976 | 2012-07-09 18:12:27 | 83.73 | 98% |
| 819 | 2012-06-28 21:18:26 | 81.47 | 96% |
| 438 | 2012-05-09 14:44:58 | 78.46 | 97% |
| 13 | 2011-10-05 15:02:15 | 75.36 | 95% |