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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1098 | 2009-05-08 13:24:33 | 78.95 | |
| 1047 | 2009-05-07 10:08:47 | 76.46 | |
| 886 | 2009-04-24 14:35:17 | 73.33 |