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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3662 | 2020-01-13 12:43:16 | 75.21 | 97% |
| 3036 | 2017-12-23 11:38:33 | 70.57 | 96% |