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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 748 | 2011-03-22 17:02:53 | 86.57 | |
| 550 | 2011-03-09 22:14:38 | 88.86 | |
| 306 | 2011-02-10 21:31:48 | 83.15 | |
| 223 | 2011-01-20 21:29:53 | 80.23 |