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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1192 | 2010-12-06 02:07:03 | 41.29 | |
| 1164 | 2010-12-05 04:21:18 | 44.49 | |
| 632 | 2010-11-09 09:31:12 | 51.57 | |
| 27 | 2010-10-22 02:52:39 | 39.68 |