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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2576 | 2020-12-04 13:38:26 | 97.90 | 97% |
| 962 | 2018-10-09 22:20:07 | 87.20 | 97% |
| 417 | 2017-10-19 20:13:14 | 91.32 | 97% |