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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1021 | 2009-11-05 13:38:19 | 55.03 | |
| 896 | 2009-10-03 15:39:14 | 50.60 | |
| 860 | 2009-10-01 11:46:07 | 49.40 | |
| 796 | 2009-09-30 03:33:20 | 55.05 | |
| 445 | 2009-09-21 12:46:17 | 49.64 |