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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 934 | 2012-07-10 03:59:21 | 72.85 | 92% |
| 908 | 2012-07-10 03:07:19 | 67.40 | 91% |
| 839 | 2011-04-12 17:30:50 | 62.56 | |
| 700 | 2011-01-20 22:20:05 | 64.68 |