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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1382 | 2011-08-22 11:22:43 | 55.51 | 94% |
| 1007 | 2011-08-15 10:58:23 | 54.40 | 92% |
| 208 | 2011-07-22 05:28:53 | 49.35 | 91% |