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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 964 | 2009-01-23 20:19:13 | 97.40 | |
| 911 | 2008-12-25 07:35:10 | 99.71 | |
| 818 | 2008-12-10 00:47:47 | 92.84 | |
| 806 | 2008-12-08 00:50:24 | 96.60 | |
| 770 | 2008-10-20 17:46:58 | 54.68 |