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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 367 | 2009-05-20 11:13:35 | 45.25 | |
| 341 | 2009-02-16 11:35:40 | 45.69 | |
| 310 | 2008-12-31 08:48:43 | 49.82 |