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.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 373 | 2009-07-08 15:50:31 | 31.10 | |
| 249 | 2009-07-03 04:33:14 | 31.37 | |
| 144 | 2009-07-02 02:15:57 | 28.76 |