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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3779 | 2021-05-12 01:49:44 | 103.41 | 97% |
| 2164 | 2020-10-29 11:05:21 | 106.65 | 98% |
| 1844 | 2020-09-17 09:06:31 | 83.21 | 96% |