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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 203 | 2009-04-14 15:38:34 | 47.55 | |
| 87 | 2009-03-25 16:18:21 | 52.38 | |
| 35 | 2009-02-24 18:00:52 | 42.38 |