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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1101 | 2012-07-21 07:28:15 | 67.90 | 88% |
| 1083 | 2012-07-21 06:37:12 | 76.85 | 93% |
| 442 | 2012-06-11 02:59:40 | 57.48 | 84% |