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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3914 | 2021-03-05 20:13:00 | 97.09 | 97% |
| 2396 | 2021-01-22 22:50:47 | 93.09 | 98% |