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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2926 | 2022-04-17 21:55:55 | 70.43 | 96% |
| 1897 | 2021-03-28 06:57:06 | 69.11 | 96% |