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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 737 | 2009-12-19 12:09:19 | 72.11 | |
| 600 | 2009-05-09 12:34:22 | 69.08 | |
| 129 | 2008-10-16 17:35:02 | 62.78 |