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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 826 | 2009-05-25 16:30:37 | 58.01 | |
| 801 | 2009-05-23 08:53:41 | 57.99 | |
| 797 | 2009-05-22 09:09:06 | 56.89 | |
| 623 | 2009-03-07 06:55:52 | 53.82 | |
| 589 | 2009-03-04 05:09:23 | 54.06 |