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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17360 | 2020-09-16 20:40:31 | 88.28 | 98% |
| 10216 | 2020-03-10 23:42:44 | 83.44 | 97% |
| 9713 | 2020-03-01 22:43:26 | 82.24 | 97% |
| 8521 | 2020-02-13 23:33:10 | 85.09 | 97% |
| 4144 | 2019-12-27 02:56:59 | 87.55 | 99% |