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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2210 | 2022-02-21 06:39:01 | 123.75 | 98% |
| 2027 | 2021-12-31 10:37:10 | 125.42 | 98% |