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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1579 | 2012-01-09 15:06:29 | 44.08 | 89% |
| 1480 | 2011-12-09 16:11:15 | 37.68 | 83% |
| 1248 | 2011-10-17 16:13:47 | 38.89 | 88% |
| 634 | 2011-08-31 12:21:06 | 35.26 | 89% |