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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 604 | 2010-05-14 12:34:18 | 58.93 | |
| 481 | 2010-01-29 18:06:25 | 62.06 | |
| 253 | 2009-07-06 12:37:13 | 58.58 | |
| 161 | 2009-07-03 06:19:52 | 54.37 |