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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1457 | 2011-10-14 12:09:49 | 66.39 | 96% |
| 1393 | 2011-10-05 18:37:59 | 66.31 | 94% |
| 528 | 2011-08-07 17:24:54 | 57.46 | 94% |
| 156 | 2011-07-22 23:56:42 | 45.95 | 96% |