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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 577 | 2013-08-01 07:11:32 | 35.30 | 98% |
| 572 | 2013-08-01 07:02:38 | 32.05 | 94% |
| 310 | 2013-07-26 08:45:36 | 32.61 | 97% |