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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1870 | 2009-07-08 18:11:59 | 53.17 | |
| 960 | 2008-11-10 10:31:25 | 36.00 | |
| 934 | 2008-11-07 09:36:53 | 40.66 | |
| 873 | 2008-11-03 12:19:08 | 39.26 | |
| 838 | 2008-10-31 07:24:42 | 43.46 | |
| 710 | 2008-10-17 00:39:23 | 32.83 |