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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1649 | 2011-05-06 02:27:16 | 73.05 | 94% |
| 1623 | 2011-05-03 22:34:15 | 62.64 | 93% |
| 697 | 2011-04-20 13:58:55 | 52.77 |