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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2470 | 2012-07-31 06:42:59 | 68.76 | 93% |
| 2372 | 2012-07-17 16:27:17 | 71.94 | 96% |
| 2169 | 2012-07-06 15:45:03 | 59.95 | 89% |
| 1725 | 2012-06-05 06:12:43 | 62.43 | 89% |
| 1692 | 2012-06-02 06:55:27 | 54.97 | 89% |
| 1552 | 2012-05-28 06:38:34 | 58.52 | 94% |