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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4992 | 2021-01-16 01:20:35 | 109.01 | 98% |
| 3873 | 2021-01-04 02:56:14 | 108.52 | 99% |
| 3184 | 2020-12-28 21:56:47 | 100.50 | 98% |
| 2673 | 2020-12-24 20:21:58 | 97.21 | 98% |