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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6942 | 2020-12-21 16:58:06 | 127.61 | 99% |
| 1125 | 2020-03-12 18:55:03 | 106.37 | 98% |