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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1176 | 2012-02-18 20:51:09 | 63.53 | 92% |
| 1061 | 2012-02-12 14:25:37 | 69.36 | 94% |
| 532 | 2012-01-12 17:56:42 | 56.07 | 90% |