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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 144 | 2008-12-25 01:36:50 | 97.51 | |
| 143 | 2008-12-25 01:33:48 | 96.67 | |
| 52 | 2008-12-19 02:45:00 | 92.00 |