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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1623 | 2011-12-18 17:34:40 | 156.13 | 96% |
| 1325 | 2011-12-01 21:15:23 | 155.71 | 97% |
| 1083 | 2011-11-29 03:38:53 | 156.81 | 91% |
| 1012 | 2011-11-25 19:34:01 | 157.19 | 96% |
| 343 | 2010-11-03 23:47:24 | 152.43 |