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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 451 | 2008-12-27 08:43:44 | 122.89 | |
| 397 | 2008-12-15 20:02:32 | 115.75 | |
| 33 | 2008-11-28 07:18:28 | 97.17 |