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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7592 | 2020-03-14 23:29:10 | 63.06 | 96% |
| 4424 | 2019-05-18 01:22:56 | 69.20 | 98% |