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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2792 | 2020-06-06 11:33:47 | 81.64 | 97% |
| 2760 | 2020-05-27 10:57:34 | 84.45 | 97% |