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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1219 | 2020-02-23 09:34:55 | 100.77 | 97% |
| 819 | 2018-09-13 18:37:38 | 96.24 | 97% |
| 439 | 2018-07-18 17:58:45 | 104.45 | 97% |