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 | 2011-04-19 15:39:44 | 39.81 | |
| 202 | 2011-03-03 13:10:37 | 34.83 | |
| 87 | 2011-02-17 10:58:37 | 28.71 | |
| 44 | 2011-02-11 08:16:29 | 27.71 |