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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 517 | 2011-10-01 04:35:29 | 111.54 | 92% |
| 420 | 2011-09-30 22:15:37 | 139.75 | 98% |
| 123 | 2011-09-20 22:17:20 | 116.37 | 95% |
| 117 | 2011-09-20 22:08:40 | 130.53 | 98% |