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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1039 | 2010-03-19 17:33:29 | 127.60 | |
| 669 | 2010-03-14 12:58:46 | 112.42 | |
| 663 | 2010-03-14 12:53:32 | 117.01 | |
| 223 | 2010-03-12 04:36:02 | 113.78 |