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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1468 | 2011-09-29 23:17:05 | 74.67 | 92% |
| 1305 | 2011-09-16 22:54:30 | 76.08 | 95% |
| 384 | 2010-09-08 21:34:45 | 62.31 | |
| 255 | 2010-08-07 02:51:31 | 52.75 |