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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 497 | 2012-08-07 04:50:54 | 75.06 | 92% |
| 459 | 2012-04-04 03:35:28 | 75.89 | 92% |
| 313 | 2012-01-04 13:01:19 | 71.62 | 92% |