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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1001 | 2011-12-18 02:16:31 | 98.76 | 92% |
| 798 | 2011-11-27 04:41:50 | 86.46 | 83% |
| 603 | 2011-11-12 21:55:46 | 81.34 | 82% |
| 384 | 2011-08-20 00:46:43 | 82.04 | 87% |