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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 92 | 2009-09-24 04:25:08 | 130.02 | |
| 85 | 2009-09-23 16:01:30 | 97.85 | |
| 68 | 2009-09-19 01:27:36 | 127.97 |