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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3398 | 2020-02-04 09:42:25 | 70.62 | 98% |
| 2512 | 2019-12-14 20:38:45 | 73.43 | 98% |