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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 924 | 2011-01-20 07:00:09 | 65.22 | |
| 230 | 2009-12-20 13:35:03 | 59.09 | |
| 71 | 2009-12-15 10:37:20 | 61.33 | |
| 9 | 2009-12-15 08:42:03 | 60.58 |