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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1372 | 2021-11-07 05:41:22 | 96.97 | 97% |
| 291 | 2021-02-11 01:35:52 | 95.30 | 97.1% |