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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 923 | 2012-03-25 22:21:50 | 78.68 | 92% |
| 619 | 2012-01-18 03:25:41 | 76.82 | 92% |
| 343 | 2011-12-29 01:54:10 | 74.09 | 93% |
| 282 | 2011-12-14 03:03:59 | 65.42 | 91% |