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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1177 | 2014-11-08 18:53:29 | 89.29 | 98% |
| 370 | 2010-11-21 04:19:08 | 81.70 | |
| 355 | 2010-11-21 04:02:34 | 75.66 |