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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 556 | 2011-09-06 10:35:21 | 64.77 | 93% |
| 514 | 2011-08-17 09:37:26 | 57.35 | 94% |
| 178 | 2011-06-14 08:46:35 | 49.41 | 93% |