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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5282 | 2021-09-14 18:20:17 | 83.65 | 96% |
| 3575 | 2021-04-14 13:04:07 | 74.22 | 96% |