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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1173 | 2009-05-04 20:47:59 | 83.05 | |
| 722 | 2009-04-26 00:25:35 | 92.69 | |
| 640 | 2009-04-24 03:36:40 | 81.34 | |
| 426 | 2009-04-17 17:29:20 | 73.03 |