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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 314 | 2009-01-04 05:17:31 | 67.25 | |
| 288 | 2009-01-04 04:45:34 | 61.87 | |
| 145 | 2009-01-01 11:34:33 | 57.59 |