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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7939 | 2020-11-24 09:33:46 | 80.37 | 96% |
| 5918 | 2020-10-16 05:07:45 | 81.79 | 97% |
| 1031 | 2020-08-21 04:12:14 | 59.30 | 96% |