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 |
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6969 | 2020-02-14 23:49:12 | 84.27 | 97% |
3878 | 2017-01-27 21:57:49 | 81.16 | 95% |
3679 | 2017-01-26 16:54:03 | 95.31 | 96% |
2278 | 2017-01-06 00:27:06 | 83.79 | 92% |