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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 247 | 2011-03-25 15:30:46 | 156.77 | |
| 137 | 2009-10-09 08:35:45 | 82.86 | |
| 78 | 2009-06-11 11:53:19 | 81.83 |