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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1212 | 2012-01-11 00:46:12 | 39.58 | 92% |
| 1097 | 2011-12-10 19:29:31 | 39.87 | 91% |
| 895 | 2011-11-16 04:49:09 | 33.38 | 92% |