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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4607 | 2020-06-20 14:13:45 | 45.02 | 98% |
| 4226 | 2020-06-05 15:50:35 | 41.96 | 97% |
| 427 | 2020-01-26 06:28:29 | 34.48 | 95% |