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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2176 | 2012-10-28 10:33:11 | 37.54 | 86% |
| 2054 | 2012-10-28 06:59:29 | 44.09 | 91% |
| 1478 | 2012-10-11 17:22:56 | 41.98 | 83% |
| 1217 | 2012-10-09 18:51:06 | 35.52 | 79% |
| 514 | 2012-08-25 13:52:45 | 23.22 | 62% |
| 167 | 2012-07-22 15:53:50 | 27.43 | 77% |