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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1721 | 2009-04-09 22:38:53 | 67.62 | |
| 1295 | 2008-11-30 06:41:56 | 77.49 | |
| 1166 | 2008-10-25 21:41:19 | 63.67 |