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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 488 | 2009-06-03 05:40:04 | 62.60 | |
| 51 | 2009-04-03 02:32:29 | 57.92 | |
| 43 | 2009-04-03 02:15:23 | 59.96 |