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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1176 | 2013-07-22 15:23:22 | 57.28 | 92% |
| 1040 | 2013-07-15 16:25:42 | 62.53 | 92% |