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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 990 | 2009-03-08 02:53:39 | 82.76 | |
| 774 | 2009-02-26 07:59:53 | 80.96 | |
| 718 | 2009-02-25 03:14:35 | 83.19 | |
| 366 | 2009-02-10 03:27:50 | 82.27 |