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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1061 | 2010-04-02 13:08:47 | 48.00 | |
| 980 | 2010-01-28 11:06:59 | 48.69 | |
| 723 | 2009-10-07 13:38:37 | 40.61 |