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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1400 | 2012-09-08 14:55:32 | 41.26 | 95% |
| 1042 | 2012-08-20 09:31:13 | 36.04 | 93% |
| 958 | 2012-08-16 13:35:51 | 33.51 | 93% |
| 921 | 2012-08-15 07:38:22 | 31.98 | 93% |