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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 638 | 2012-10-22 17:25:36 | 84.94 | 94% |
| 451 | 2012-10-16 15:33:45 | 85.01 | 96% |
| 177 | 2012-10-05 23:52:25 | 83.63 | 95% |
| 157 | 2012-10-05 21:17:07 | 59.45 | 90% |