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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1153 | 2011-12-10 08:18:54 | 109.12 | 98% |
| 892 | 2011-12-06 08:37:26 | 95.75 | 96% |
| 358 | 2011-11-19 12:43:45 | 85.11 | 93% |