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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1022 | 2010-02-23 22:00:11 | 100.27 | |
| 912 | 2010-02-21 01:51:47 | 98.41 | |
| 579 | 2010-02-13 11:07:21 | 89.70 | |
| 406 | 2010-02-06 23:19:15 | 97.71 |