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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 321 | 2009-03-21 03:33:15 | 113.12 | |
| 264 | 2009-03-19 06:26:37 | 116.97 | |
| 101 | 2009-03-14 20:10:46 | 108.97 |