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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 860 | 2011-10-03 05:51:22 | 54.88 | 92% |
| 579 | 2011-09-17 07:29:44 | 52.61 | 92% |
| 512 | 2011-09-14 12:17:14 | 52.50 | 92% |
| 278 | 2011-08-29 10:52:27 | 46.18 | 87% |