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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3799 | 2021-05-27 08:48:28 | 85.32 | 97% |
| 2997 | 2020-12-22 05:28:09 | 84.86 | 97% |