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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1473 | 2010-01-17 13:48:36 | 58.87 | |
| 885 | 2009-12-29 00:36:35 | 54.82 | |
| 817 | 2009-12-28 15:06:12 | 59.63 | |
| 505 | 2009-12-19 19:01:06 | 54.39 | |
| 500 | 2009-12-19 16:27:40 | 51.91 |