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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1033 | 2009-11-24 15:58:00 | 63.97 | |
| 1012 | 2009-11-23 19:48:18 | 58.99 | |
| 813 | 2009-11-21 20:19:48 | 64.14 | |
| 565 | 2009-11-20 17:54:41 | 68.15 | |
| 400 | 2009-11-19 23:21:53 | 74.51 |