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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1246 | 2014-08-25 19:40:13 | 80.67 | 94% |
| 528 | 2012-10-11 18:27:54 | 80.03 | 97% |
| 136 | 2012-07-02 19:19:30 | 76.28 | 95% |