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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2546 | 2009-08-20 14:07:25 | 56.34 | |
| 2515 | 2009-08-15 07:47:16 | 53.01 | |
| 1134 | 2009-04-30 15:25:00 | 39.74 | |
| 665 | 2009-03-13 13:36:46 | 31.58 |