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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 360 | 2012-08-11 06:41:26 | 62.63 | 94% |
| 309 | 2012-08-10 14:26:05 | 66.39 | 98% |
| 47 | 2012-07-16 16:25:34 | 54.21 | 94% |