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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9920 | 2021-05-31 19:20:26 | 135.74 | 98% |
| 9242 | 2020-05-09 11:46:54 | 138.00 | 98% |
| 8610 | 2019-03-09 19:49:26 | 135.57 | 98% |
| 7392 | 2018-04-06 12:07:50 | 144.44 | 98% |