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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 956 | 2010-02-17 02:05:53 | 75.61 | |
| 863 | 2010-02-08 04:13:15 | 89.74 | |
| 741 | 2010-02-03 03:18:45 | 82.34 | |
| 499 | 2010-01-28 22:08:16 | 78.13 |