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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 883 | 2010-09-28 23:06:07 | 114.19 | |
| 820 | 2010-09-28 03:11:27 | 116.95 | |
| 506 | 2010-09-10 14:27:59 | 101.54 |