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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 372 | 2012-06-27 20:23:12 | 86.89 | 93% |
| 359 | 2012-06-27 20:10:08 | 74.25 | 90% |
| 211 | 2012-06-24 07:48:05 | 80.70 | 93% |
| 160 | 2012-06-23 21:22:23 | 74.54 | 91% |