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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 978 | 2009-04-11 05:40:46 | 64.26 | |
| 603 | 2009-04-02 04:05:00 | 52.92 | |
| 517 | 2009-03-31 07:25:03 | 64.59 | |
| 473 | 2009-03-31 06:25:12 | 63.34 | |
| 55 | 2009-03-26 10:42:00 | 45.74 |