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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7126 | 2020-06-12 08:18:00 | 94.89 | 97% |
| 220 | 2017-03-23 14:38:15 | 88.82 | 94% |