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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1174 | 2010-05-14 03:10:25 | 72.90 | |
| 862 | 2010-04-22 14:58:09 | 77.54 | |
| 419 | 2010-04-16 00:20:07 | 73.49 |