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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1803 | 2014-08-19 13:22:50 | 70.56 | 91% |
| 1184 | 2012-09-06 13:10:13 | 74.91 | 97% |