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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 105 | 2008-12-16 16:30:49 | 81.29 | |
| 102 | 2008-12-16 16:28:12 | 72.44 | |
| 5 | 2008-12-10 17:03:01 | 73.28 |