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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1128 | 2009-12-09 07:32:22 | 32.42 | |
| 1109 | 2009-12-07 08:09:18 | 32.75 | |
| 932 | 2009-11-04 04:00:48 | 35.02 |