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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 922 | 2010-07-11 10:06:51 | 121.62 | |
| 896 | 2010-07-09 09:01:58 | 118.53 | |
| 845 | 2010-07-08 20:33:02 | 121.63 | |
| 755 | 2010-07-04 12:08:22 | 119.93 |