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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 765 | 2009-01-22 22:31:29 | 70.96 | |
| 667 | 2009-01-08 05:12:29 | 67.20 | |
| 659 | 2009-01-08 04:56:23 | 74.00 | |
| 592 | 2009-01-03 23:18:39 | 65.97 | |
| 87 | 2008-11-23 00:16:06 | 56.87 |