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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3371 | 2021-11-12 17:06:39 | 94.58 | 96% |
| 1529 | 2021-05-24 17:23:08 | 90.09 | 96% |