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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617 | 2009-11-24 06:12:29 | 72.67 | |
472 | 2009-11-08 06:33:11 | 69.78 | |
230 | 2009-06-24 03:12:03 | 60.61 |