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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 713 | 2009-11-21 02:50:20 | 124.81 | |
| 677 | 2009-11-08 04:57:00 | 121.28 | |
| 421 | 2009-10-10 07:43:02 | 103.01 | |
| 366 | 2009-10-09 22:06:24 | 109.54 | |
| 63 | 2009-05-09 04:57:27 | 104.35 |