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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2517 | 2020-10-02 15:16:54 | 54.73 | 96% |
| 1120 | 2019-12-12 07:20:33 | 54.41 | 97% |