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 |
---|---|---|---|
344 | 2021-03-23 12:37:39 | 63.51 | 98% |
1 | 2020-10-05 12:38:16 | 63.75 | 98% |