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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 422 | 2009-04-16 13:25:51 | 63.07 | |
| 381 | 2009-04-16 12:38:12 | 64.42 | |
| 377 | 2009-04-16 12:33:37 | 67.60 | |
| 348 | 2009-04-16 07:29:39 | 66.74 |