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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1104 | 2014-05-24 13:44:10 | 92.46 | 97% |
| 1093 | 2014-04-13 01:58:16 | 81.48 | 96% |
| 284 | 2011-05-13 16:45:05 | 82.25 | 94% |
| 158 | 2011-05-12 19:24:18 | 97.99 | 98% |