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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 840 | 2010-04-12 13:11:03 | 55.69 | |
| 525 | 2010-03-18 12:36:07 | 52.09 | |
| 287 | 2010-03-08 13:22:41 | 50.06 | |
| 266 | 2010-03-03 18:05:30 | 55.33 | |
| 117 | 2010-01-21 18:43:54 | 41.38 |