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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 137 | 2010-10-26 17:02:18 | 110.64 | |
| 31 | 2010-08-03 20:02:41 | 141.87 | |
| 1 | 2010-08-03 19:10:29 | 130.10 |