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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5300 | 2020-12-01 19:20:30 | 79.71 | 96% |
| 4603 | 2020-10-22 17:01:00 | 48.04 | 95% |
| 1664 | 2016-10-08 00:05:29 | 65.41 | 90% |