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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3801 | 2022-12-16 20:12:55 | 105.56 | 99% |
| 372 | 2020-12-28 19:11:37 | 82.40 | 97% |
| 123 | 2020-12-27 20:00:23 | 75.27 | 97% |