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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 905 | 2020-12-29 19:34:02 | 84.48 | 97% |
| 680 | 2020-12-22 16:57:28 | 81.08 | 97% |
| 413 | 2020-12-11 13:04:52 | 87.64 | 98% |