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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3943 | 2020-09-09 16:14:01 | 58.75 | 96% |
| 3788 | 2020-09-02 16:35:54 | 68.04 | 96% |
| 2446 | 2018-10-27 07:09:44 | 60.14 | 96% |