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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1433 | 2011-05-16 15:09:38 | 82.10 | 97% |
| 1269 | 2011-05-11 21:21:44 | 74.99 | 93% |
| 1226 | 2011-05-11 16:58:44 | 74.92 | 92% |
| 1070 | 2011-05-08 19:43:22 | 80.23 | 94% |
| 913 | 2011-05-05 21:32:43 | 74.72 | 95% |
| 298 | 2011-04-21 20:36:32 | 74.79 |