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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6045 | 2021-06-17 08:02:03 | 69.40 | 94% |
| 1927 | 2020-12-29 08:59:21 | 65.26 | 94% |