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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 328 | 2010-10-17 02:36:04 | 27.80 | |
| 194 | 2010-09-30 05:41:03 | 30.57 | |
| 72 | 2010-09-05 04:32:05 | 30.55 | |
| 31 | 2010-09-04 12:14:41 | 29.92 |