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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1556 | 2023-07-06 01:13:40 | 92.82 | 97% |
| 1202 | 2022-06-16 17:26:52 | 101.79 | 98% |