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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1562 | 2009-06-03 11:59:30 | 41.63 | |
| 1035 | 2009-05-13 09:53:57 | 33.96 | |
| 880 | 2009-05-10 13:05:43 | 46.93 |