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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1103 | 2012-08-27 20:20:43 | 74.93 | 93% |
| 803 | 2011-08-08 22:58:50 | 95.53 | 96% |
| 778 | 2011-08-01 05:48:04 | 79.08 | 98% |
| 136 | 2011-04-12 17:44:47 | 44.95 |