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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 872 | 2012-04-29 16:11:49 | 85.46 | 95% |
| 707 | 2012-04-07 14:43:16 | 79.89 | 93% |
| 545 | 2012-04-02 06:19:40 | 88.04 | 97% |