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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 184 | 2010-06-15 02:47:07 | 83.73 | |
| 42 | 2010-06-13 11:12:06 | 82.48 | |
| 29 | 2010-06-13 10:58:17 | 83.81 |