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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 522 | 2009-08-16 06:14:01 | 61.03 | |
| 498 | 2009-08-15 13:44:09 | 57.82 | |
| 414 | 2009-08-13 16:32:08 | 57.27 | |
| 195 | 2009-08-10 08:26:35 | 52.16 | |
| 180 | 2009-08-10 08:07:29 | 55.18 |