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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1417 | 2010-06-06 10:02:48 | 111.09 | |
| 1341 | 2010-06-05 11:14:47 | 114.84 | |
| 905 | 2010-05-31 11:39:00 | 108.47 | |
| 857 | 2010-05-30 13:59:52 | 114.43 | |
| 660 | 2010-05-28 13:18:01 | 118.27 |