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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1262 | 2009-11-12 13:23:45 | 61.68 | |
| 740 | 2009-05-21 21:32:47 | 59.99 | |
| 623 | 2009-05-16 14:31:13 | 54.39 | |
| 59 | 2009-05-03 14:59:16 | 43.31 | |
| 31 | 2009-05-03 07:21:20 | 42.21 |