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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1505 | 2011-02-15 04:55:49 | 67.76 | |
| 531 | 2011-02-01 21:49:07 | 59.26 | |
| 528 | 2011-02-01 21:45:18 | 59.17 | |
| 219 | 2011-01-27 21:28:57 | 55.53 |