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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 406 | 2010-05-23 12:43:19 | 84.47 | |
| 250 | 2010-05-12 21:25:08 | 75.03 | |
| 246 | 2010-05-10 20:10:41 | 75.32 |