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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 783 | 2011-05-12 05:05:21 | 68.43 | 93% |
| 689 | 2011-05-06 11:21:21 | 75.99 | 95% |
| 581 | 2011-04-28 17:08:56 | 64.06 |