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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5473 | 2023-02-17 05:56:14 | 92.67 | 97% |
| 2078 | 2016-09-26 07:36:33 | 80.58 | 90% |