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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 923 | 2010-12-16 08:42:42 | 103.17 | |
| 831 | 2010-08-24 08:25:19 | 102.53 | |
| 397 | 2010-03-26 17:25:29 | 80.27 | |
| 388 | 2010-03-26 17:07:05 | 70.50 | |
| 127 | 2010-03-09 18:32:17 | 52.92 |