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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6436 | 2019-06-26 11:58:03 | 121.59 | 99% |
| 3988 | 2018-02-15 00:23:34 | 102.80 | 99% |