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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1768 | 2020-04-09 02:00:58 | 71.84 | 96% |
| 853 | 2018-03-11 20:38:32 | 73.32 | 97% |
| 817 | 2018-02-18 17:53:22 | 77.11 | 96% |