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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4844 | 2021-06-24 19:06:09 | 122.75 | 99% |
| 1093 | 2019-10-31 21:43:52 | 118.66 | 99% |