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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 932 | 2011-07-05 07:23:38 | 62.32 | 97% |
| 313 | 2011-02-07 02:50:46 | 44.02 | |
| 190 | 2011-01-28 01:39:19 | 35.35 |