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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 891 | 2010-07-18 02:13:46 | 110.83 | |
| 206 | 2009-10-03 10:01:21 | 116.74 | |
| 154 | 2009-10-03 09:07:49 | 103.16 |