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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1023 | 2012-12-24 02:26:49 | 64.09 | 97% |
| 870 | 2012-09-19 05:22:56 | 58.17 | 95% |
| 348 | 2012-08-13 04:53:34 | 44.97 | 96% |
| 111 | 2012-08-07 00:18:56 | 36.61 | 95% |