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 |
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223 | 2011-09-26 21:13:49 | 92.65 | 89% |
205 | 2011-09-25 17:02:20 | 91.77 | 93% |