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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1172 | 2011-03-02 21:55:15 | 47.95 | |
| 1129 | 2011-01-20 21:14:16 | 46.63 | |
| 1110 | 2011-01-18 18:06:31 | 41.70 |