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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5743 | 2020-09-01 18:02:13 | 117.74 | 97% |
502 | 2018-12-24 17:20:30 | 90.06 | 96% |