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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1893 | 2012-08-17 11:53:47 | 82.48 | 97% |
| 1431 | 2012-06-04 14:08:14 | 76.70 | 95% |
| 893 | 2012-05-11 11:11:50 | 78.18 | 95% |
| 720 | 2012-04-27 13:44:59 | 79.45 | 96% |
| 165 | 2012-04-15 10:50:50 | 74.27 | 97% |