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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 856 | 2010-04-13 01:50:04 | 67.88 | |
| 395 | 2009-04-16 22:50:56 | 44.68 | |
| 167 | 2009-03-18 17:25:40 | 41.13 |