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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 359 | 2009-06-23 01:27:35 | 93.20 | |
| 149 | 2009-06-17 02:57:05 | 87.06 | |
| 71 | 2009-06-01 15:55:18 | 79.93 |