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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 384 | 2012-02-28 08:54:49 | 105.21 | 95% |
| 232 | 2012-02-25 22:07:38 | 97.20 | 96% |
| 33 | 2012-02-18 16:24:29 | 112.27 | 93% |