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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4852 | 2020-07-11 06:24:16 | 52.96 | 97% |
| 3395 | 2019-03-08 14:22:50 | 47.25 | 95% |
| 826 | 2017-05-20 21:43:29 | 38.55 | 97% |