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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1036 | 2012-08-02 18:23:29 | 41.77 | 95% |
| 938 | 2012-07-25 19:02:31 | 40.00 | 93% |
| 855 | 2012-07-24 10:38:57 | 38.67 | 99% |
| 620 | 2012-07-18 19:01:16 | 35.94 | 95% |