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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1275 | 2012-08-20 18:58:58 | 58.20 | 96% |
| 1122 | 2012-07-23 09:39:33 | 52.30 | 95% |
| 445 | 2012-06-16 00:52:39 | 42.31 | 94% |
| 127 | 2012-06-05 21:50:04 | 31.02 | 95% |