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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 307 | 2013-11-09 10:36:22 | 55.58 | 97% |
| 153 | 2012-03-28 15:12:10 | 53.60 | 92% |
| 61 | 2011-11-06 01:26:08 | 48.56 | 94% |