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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1005 | 2012-09-02 08:07:36 | 49.16 | 95% |
| 1004 | 2012-09-02 08:05:54 | 44.31 | 91% |
| 893 | 2012-05-06 07:00:30 | 47.03 | 95% |