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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4494 | 2021-06-10 16:19:55 | 115.75 | 99% |
| 4405 | 2021-06-02 18:14:13 | 112.16 | 99% |