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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 676 | 2009-03-30 02:25:47 | 37.86 | |
| 215 | 2009-03-04 02:26:39 | 32.13 | |
| 161 | 2009-03-03 16:58:19 | 31.10 |