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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 857 | 2009-04-13 23:54:10 | 82.86 | |
| 816 | 2009-04-11 15:28:42 | 70.38 | |
| 756 | 2009-04-07 18:24:00 | 80.30 | |
| 148 | 2009-02-05 21:12:51 | 65.09 |