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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2602 | 2021-08-20 02:02:43 | 69.98 | 98% |
| 1002 | 2020-09-02 09:02:17 | 62.71 | 97% |