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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 703 | 2011-11-23 10:05:19 | 81.94 | 98% |
| 679 | 2011-11-23 09:41:45 | 75.06 | 95% |
| 255 | 2011-11-13 02:56:41 | 84.96 | 98% |
| 61 | 2011-11-11 09:48:37 | 68.21 | 93% |