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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1424 | 2012-12-04 00:50:11 | 54.13 | 90% |
| 836 | 2012-11-24 08:08:09 | 45.78 | 87% |
| 236 | 2012-11-13 16:08:43 | 39.44 | 85% |
| 42 | 2012-11-11 13:54:15 | 33.69 | 80% |