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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 827 | 2008-12-18 08:42:50 | 59.33 | |
| 657 | 2008-12-16 07:56:12 | 57.07 | |
| 587 | 2008-12-15 11:20:30 | 49.83 | |
| 372 | 2008-11-28 10:46:39 | 57.01 | |
| 220 | 2008-11-23 13:56:13 | 49.87 |