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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1276 | 2019-11-17 03:54:37 | 78.44 | 97% |
| 1270 | 2019-11-16 09:01:10 | 84.02 | 97% |