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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1475 | 2012-10-09 04:42:21 | 53.35 | 99% |
| 1312 | 2012-09-24 10:46:00 | 47.06 | 97% |
| 1231 | 2012-08-28 10:14:11 | 50.18 | 98% |
| 126 | 2012-05-12 04:59:01 | 37.52 | 98% |