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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 815 | 2012-05-30 23:04:17 | 114.29 | 98% |
| 632 | 2012-04-11 03:44:09 | 103.11 | 96% |
| 393 | 2012-01-22 21:36:46 | 92.47 | 90% |