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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1846 | 2012-08-22 17:32:00 | 55.99 | 93% |
| 1626 | 2012-08-10 16:28:54 | 50.88 | 90% |
| 800 | 2012-03-19 19:33:39 | 46.71 | 89% |
| 67 | 2011-08-15 15:57:47 | 46.17 | 92% |