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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 440 | 2012-08-31 17:50:01 | 60.76 | 92% |
| 274 | 2012-08-22 01:25:18 | 56.21 | 91% |
| 232 | 2012-08-01 14:17:24 | 47.49 | 89% |