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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1201 | 2010-11-29 08:01:51 | 46.32 | |
| 1121 | 2010-11-28 13:36:16 | 32.83 | |
| 754 | 2010-11-14 11:08:09 | 38.53 | |
| 564 | 2010-11-09 11:59:28 | 36.01 |