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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1347 | 2009-07-22 21:41:04 | 79.94 | |
| 1297 | 2009-07-20 12:05:42 | 81.13 | |
| 1071 | 2009-07-14 20:28:07 | 84.80 | |
| 995 | 2009-07-12 21:26:33 | 74.27 | |
| 153 | 2009-06-26 11:57:23 | 65.40 |