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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 858 | 2012-01-03 14:42:17 | 120.07 | 98% |
| 190 | 2010-10-09 18:28:45 | 89.87 | |
| 131 | 2010-10-04 04:20:36 | 91.00 |