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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 765 | 2012-11-08 22:45:08 | 61.59 | 99% |
| 751 | 2012-11-08 22:04:56 | 49.03 | 94% |
| 639 | 2012-11-07 00:47:53 | 49.46 | 95% |
| 257 | 2012-10-26 19:10:03 | 47.64 | 94% |