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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1511 | 2009-07-22 04:53:51 | 56.85 | |
| 1331 | 2009-07-04 15:59:00 | 44.69 | |
| 1128 | 2009-06-23 17:38:13 | 47.72 | |
| 98 | 2009-02-28 22:45:07 | 32.39 |