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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 832 | 2011-07-10 17:49:27 | 67.83 | 95% |
| 605 | 2011-07-06 18:19:19 | 59.96 | 92% |
| 86 | 2011-06-03 16:32:02 | 68.98 | 96% |
| 76 | 2011-06-01 13:20:13 | 69.68 | 97% |
| 74 | 2011-06-01 13:17:36 | 68.64 | 96% |