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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 486 | 2009-09-28 16:15:05 | 77.24 | |
| 158 | 2009-09-13 14:15:54 | 68.60 | |
| 141 | 2009-09-12 16:10:36 | 64.31 |