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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6178 | 2019-01-12 21:49:35 | 69.51 | 97% |
| 3764 | 2018-07-12 18:15:10 | 70.41 | 98% |