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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2213 | 2021-10-17 13:01:37 | 67.74 | 97% |
| 1694 | 2021-08-17 04:50:30 | 56.01 | 97% |