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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1041 | 2012-10-17 00:48:56 | 113.18 | 97% |
| 431 | 2012-10-06 23:08:34 | 102.38 | 95% |
| 197 | 2012-10-05 05:23:24 | 92.22 | 96% |