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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1222 | 2012-01-07 20:52:56 | 61.13 | 91% |
| 1086 | 2011-12-23 18:23:08 | 73.74 | 96% |
| 733 | 2011-11-29 22:13:10 | 64.76 | 96% |