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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2979 | 2020-11-10 02:41:53 | 79.99 | 96% |
| 2121 | 2020-10-21 15:41:10 | 77.61 | 95% |