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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 941 | 2009-05-20 20:51:06 | 78.17 | |
| 850 | 2009-05-18 12:38:18 | 63.25 | |
| 380 | 2009-03-15 12:51:56 | 62.96 | |
| 120 | 2009-02-21 18:01:05 | 60.99 |