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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 548 | 2010-12-31 11:10:44 | 64.05 | |
| 318 | 2010-12-22 11:58:14 | 62.03 | |
| 19 | 2010-12-01 13:25:50 | 55.78 | |
| 13 | 2010-12-01 13:19:06 | 51.69 |