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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1437 | 2012-02-20 06:08:28 | 61.76 | 95% |
| 1131 | 2012-01-16 12:12:24 | 59.18 | 95% |
| 371 | 2012-01-01 10:11:34 | 61.12 | 92% |