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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1015 | 2010-06-15 01:18:42 | 59.68 | |
| 902 | 2010-06-13 20:48:12 | 60.94 | |
| 781 | 2010-06-11 01:24:37 | 53.18 |