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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1856 | 2012-11-07 12:34:33 | 65.88 | 95% |
| 1658 | 2012-10-21 08:27:35 | 65.23 | 96% |
| 1524 | 2012-10-13 11:35:46 | 66.40 | 97% |
| 1410 | 2011-08-07 21:07:01 | 63.97 | 90% |