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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1895 | 2009-04-21 18:16:49 | 97.49 | |
| 1189 | 2009-03-02 20:26:12 | 105.48 | |
| 1108 | 2009-02-26 21:51:56 | 93.53 | |
| 488 | 2009-02-11 22:05:35 | 86.60 | |
| 349 | 2009-02-10 19:56:16 | 83.07 | |
| 120 | 2009-02-07 20:10:22 | 90.46 |