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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1257 | 2009-04-25 08:35:38 | 100.28 | |
| 1211 | 2009-04-24 18:25:02 | 92.67 | |
| 507 | 2009-04-16 18:07:37 | 105.54 | |
| 63 | 2009-04-07 16:25:48 | 97.55 | |
| 9 | 2009-03-22 23:46:30 | 96.34 |