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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 947 | 2010-07-07 06:44:10 | 54.64 | |
| 93 | 2010-06-13 04:56:30 | 55.06 | |
| 49 | 2010-06-10 04:13:42 | 59.01 |