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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 273 | 2010-03-28 00:46:15 | 47.98 | |
| 271 | 2010-03-28 00:42:59 | 50.58 | |
| 182 | 2010-03-07 02:53:35 | 38.06 | |
| 144 | 2010-03-02 13:18:04 | 42.12 |