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 |
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2275 | 2022-01-27 15:49:11 | 74.26 | 99% |
837 | 2017-01-27 23:33:58 | 54.73 | 94% |
109 | 2016-07-15 17:22:14 | 34.83 | 89% |