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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 601 | 2009-04-08 21:37:02 | 112.62 | |
| 305 | 2009-03-15 22:24:39 | 99.21 | |
| 265 | 2009-03-14 17:21:43 | 114.37 | |
| 142 | 2009-03-05 15:17:18 | 94.98 |