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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1409 | 2014-07-16 08:23:31 | 89.16 | 97% |
| 1208 | 2014-07-02 03:07:27 | 85.06 | 97% |
| 617 | 2011-09-27 03:54:22 | 69.58 | 94% |
| 570 | 2011-09-26 06:04:31 | 69.15 | 92% |