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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 931 | 2008-12-04 04:41:41 | 86.76 | |
| 873 | 2008-12-03 10:34:16 | 80.93 | |
| 475 | 2008-11-21 02:38:11 | 82.04 |