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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 785 | 2010-10-01 11:30:43 | 66.26 | |
| 556 | 2010-09-26 19:38:19 | 64.99 | |
| 482 | 2010-09-04 19:22:34 | 68.03 | |
| 420 | 2010-09-03 15:43:37 | 66.15 | |
| 129 | 2010-08-31 10:31:08 | 54.83 |