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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1943 | 2013-03-05 03:43:32 | 112.66 | 94% |
| 1200 | 2011-01-11 05:49:49 | 100.35 | |
| 6 | 2009-09-07 00:09:50 | 129.52 |