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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1865 | 2012-06-16 07:09:40 | 44.76 | 91% |
| 1794 | 2012-06-15 19:47:10 | 49.20 | 97% |
| 1463 | 2012-06-12 02:29:12 | 48.81 | 95% |
| 1306 | 2012-06-11 07:57:33 | 45.92 | 94% |