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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 816 | 2009-01-15 11:10:46 | 62.04 | |
| 348 | 2008-12-04 10:35:15 | 60.39 | |
| 313 | 2008-12-03 12:16:41 | 47.42 | |
| 231 | 2008-11-23 04:31:31 | 56.89 | |
| 221 | 2008-11-21 13:23:34 | 53.39 |