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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 706 | 2011-03-30 15:13:37 | 67.97 | |
| 652 | 2011-03-29 06:22:45 | 73.91 | |
| 644 | 2011-03-29 05:30:25 | 71.71 | |
| 532 | 2011-03-27 16:01:41 | 67.84 | |
| 309 | 2011-03-13 08:13:20 | 127.47 | |
| 264 | 2011-03-13 05:37:06 | 103.46 |