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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3202 | 2022-05-17 22:57:43 | 47.64 | 99% |
| 2805 | 2022-04-27 20:47:00 | 49.54 | 99% |
| 1199 | 2020-08-17 17:03:45 | 43.69 | 97% |
| 217 | 2020-07-11 18:27:12 | 41.20 | 97% |