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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 801 | 2021-04-07 15:54:17 | 100.07 | 97% |
| 80 | 2021-01-30 13:41:33 | 94.96 | 98.4% |