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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17291 | 2022-11-29 15:07:41 | 132.79 | 97% |
| 12831 | 2020-05-10 11:09:23 | 108.85 | 96% |