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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1027 | 2009-01-22 12:54:01 | 124.75 | |
| 649 | 2009-01-11 23:17:17 | 119.67 | |
| 210 | 2009-01-05 17:10:43 | 124.00 | |
| 175 | 2009-01-05 12:55:00 | 126.06 | |
| 113 | 2009-01-04 23:34:21 | 128.19 |