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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 382 | 2016-07-10 11:20:20 | 53.27 | 95% |
| 133 | 2008-09-13 12:05:49 | 41.72 | |
| 14 | 2008-09-10 10:01:31 | 32.96 |