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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1819 | 2022-08-29 16:21:30 | 81.25 | 96% |
| 516 | 2020-07-20 09:24:30 | 52.44 | 95% |
| 187 | 2020-07-10 11:30:48 | 36.58 | 91% |