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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 365 | 2011-07-04 00:07:21 | 139.74 | 98% |
| 364 | 2011-07-04 00:05:41 | 120.59 | 95% |
| 331 | 2011-07-03 21:10:19 | 122.21 | 97% |
| 208 | 2011-07-02 18:55:15 | 113.84 | 93% |