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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 497 | 2011-07-09 13:18:38 | 72.10 | 93% |
| 286 | 2011-07-04 05:45:27 | 72.49 | 92% |
| 90 | 2011-07-01 11:57:13 | 52.72 | 83% |