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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 439 | 2011-10-12 19:37:55 | 106.29 | 97% |
| 437 | 2011-10-11 18:18:17 | 93.43 | 94% |
| 398 | 2011-10-09 13:57:06 | 99.50 | 95% |
| 356 | 2011-09-22 09:11:52 | 82.41 | 93% |