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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 770 | 2011-07-19 19:32:03 | 58.63 | 96% |
| 495 | 2011-07-11 13:30:56 | 66.21 | 96% |
| 428 | 2011-07-09 19:43:25 | 59.53 | 94% |
| 30 | 2011-06-26 04:42:00 | 57.54 | 95% |