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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1205 | 2009-05-07 02:46:30 | 74.90 | |
| 1193 | 2009-05-07 02:29:28 | 72.12 | |
| 879 | 2009-05-05 05:21:49 | 43.40 | |
| 537 | 2009-04-29 05:40:04 | 36.09 | |
| 476 | 2009-04-28 08:38:50 | 63.10 | |
| 232 | 2009-04-27 03:01:33 | 51.90 |