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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1177 | 2011-05-17 13:57:34 | 78.04 | 89% |
| 617 | 2011-04-27 13:11:16 | 72.98 | |
| 444 | 2011-04-14 22:00:28 | 73.25 |