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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1721 | 2021-11-15 17:22:19 | 100.74 | 98% |
| 1203 | 2021-11-06 17:44:19 | 100.78 | 97% |