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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 191 | 2011-08-08 16:19:52 | 69.30 | 97% |
| 183 | 2011-08-08 06:34:30 | 77.71 | 96% |
| 12 | 2011-03-08 13:03:11 | 72.92 |