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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 434 | 2011-10-27 05:33:51 | 64.77 | 93% |
| 404 | 2011-10-24 02:52:48 | 62.11 | 94% |
| 386 | 2011-10-21 06:15:11 | 64.74 | 94% |