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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 584 | 2009-11-26 16:55:29 | 111.14 | |
| 262 | 2009-11-17 13:46:57 | 98.82 | |
| 195 | 2009-11-14 12:50:22 | 105.74 |