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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 887 | 2011-05-09 06:00:23 | 63.50 | 92% |
| 624 | 2011-04-20 14:10:35 | 61.90 | |
| 106 | 2011-02-13 19:13:39 | 37.27 |