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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 480 | 2009-08-26 15:21:28 | 40.95 | |
| 369 | 2009-08-14 11:21:57 | 35.47 | |
| 210 | 2009-07-20 15:33:12 | 34.83 | |
| 78 | 2009-07-10 11:08:09 | 33.26 |