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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 809 | 2010-09-12 13:57:23 | 98.94 | |
| 713 | 2010-09-11 14:46:18 | 83.83 | |
| 712 | 2010-09-11 14:45:16 | 81.31 |