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 |
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1981 | 2021-07-25 03:15:24 | 86.58 | 98% |
384 | 2019-09-11 08:38:12 | 81.84 | 98% |