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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 685 | 2012-03-06 06:27:00 | 51.31 | 94% |
| 641 | 2012-03-02 13:07:18 | 51.46 | 96% |
| 320 | 2012-02-05 15:12:55 | 47.73 | 98% |
| 274 | 2012-02-02 12:26:11 | 39.63 | 94% |
| 25 | 2012-01-08 07:04:36 | 30.27 | 94% |