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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10679 | 2020-02-25 16:42:11 | 80.74 | 98% |
| 10132 | 2020-02-18 18:42:50 | 91.39 | 97% |
| 5744 | 2019-10-06 18:46:57 | 59.85 | 95% |
| 3402 | 2019-09-09 16:51:48 | 78.29 | 97% |
| 494 | 2019-04-03 17:49:17 | 72.19 | 96% |