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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 388 | 2012-06-18 19:51:45 | 107.55 | 97% |
| 279 | 2012-06-18 14:55:37 | 112.17 | 95% |
| 163 | 2012-06-17 15:13:20 | 104.42 | 95% |