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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1580 | 2019-04-25 19:40:20 | 91.02 | 98% |
| 1185 | 2019-01-13 04:20:04 | 80.17 | 96% |