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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1106 | 2012-08-15 17:36:05 | 98.01 | 96% |
| 421 | 2012-05-30 23:54:28 | 81.50 | 95% |
| 296 | 2012-05-15 03:47:02 | 96.37 | 95% |
| 192 | 2012-05-09 02:08:09 | 83.56 | 95% |
| 160 | 2012-05-09 00:11:56 | 95.43 | 99% |