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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7109 | 2021-11-23 06:05:07 | 58.73 | 96% |
| 6347 | 2020-11-07 04:14:50 | 63.35 | 98% |