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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 992 | 2011-08-14 17:41:24 | 55.04 | 93% |
| 942 | 2011-08-11 18:43:37 | 53.87 | 93% |
| 227 | 2011-06-26 23:52:07 | 44.67 | 93% |