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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1307 | 2011-10-24 16:10:07 | 66.38 | 88% |
| 1048 | 2011-04-13 16:37:32 | 70.49 | |
| 710 | 2011-02-11 16:38:46 | 66.87 | |
| 431 | 2011-01-31 17:20:39 | 60.84 |