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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 144 | 2012-07-10 12:20:12 | 39.02 | 91% |
| 136 | 2012-07-10 10:58:20 | 42.71 | 92% |
| 37 | 2012-06-14 09:49:42 | 36.42 | 87% |