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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 746 | 2009-09-03 11:02:40 | 33.35 | |
| 660 | 2009-08-31 07:44:59 | 40.43 | |
| 512 | 2009-08-24 06:32:55 | 35.41 | |
| 25 | 2009-06-11 05:49:33 | 27.97 |