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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1493 | 2011-10-19 17:32:46 | 53.58 | 90% |
| 1283 | 2011-10-11 04:28:06 | 56.02 | 92% |
| 877 | 2011-04-10 09:18:08 | 43.99 | |
| 362 | 2011-01-27 16:56:51 | 38.71 |