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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 836 | 2009-04-07 07:46:52 | 60.61 | |
| 388 | 2009-03-14 12:35:59 | 37.15 | |
| 380 | 2009-03-14 12:20:32 | 42.66 | |
| 85 | 2009-03-12 12:21:12 | 41.43 | |
| 18 | 2009-03-12 08:00:47 | 37.57 |