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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1157 | 2012-04-12 21:08:48 | 63.52 | 86% |
| 689 | 2011-04-06 18:19:10 | 46.35 | 95% |
| 377 | 2011-03-27 20:18:53 | 37.04 |