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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 956 | 2012-08-13 03:44:53 | 57.46 | 95% |
| 459 | 2012-07-30 13:30:57 | 52.69 | 92% |
| 99 | 2012-07-18 09:06:09 | 52.47 | 96% |