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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 924 | 2009-01-09 12:44:15 | 59.72 | |
| 631 | 2009-01-03 15:48:21 | 60.12 | |
| 396 | 2008-12-30 16:03:17 | 54.17 | |
| 293 | 2008-12-16 16:28:38 | 49.16 | |
| 241 | 2008-12-12 11:31:19 | 47.08 |