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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1308 | 2011-08-18 01:47:46 | 97.61 | 97% |
| 1096 | 2011-07-27 03:51:33 | 87.90 | 94% |
| 1004 | 2011-07-13 00:44:39 | 84.22 | 92% |
| 862 | 2011-06-22 18:07:09 | 97.59 | 97% |
| 472 | 2011-06-01 05:06:20 | 90.02 | 96% |
| 27 | 2011-05-10 01:35:08 | 75.12 | 92% |