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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1188 | 2020-01-25 12:59:36 | 59.43 | 97% |
289 | 2016-01-22 19:24:45 | 67.22 | 93% |
204 | 2016-01-20 15:52:49 | 63.43 | 92% |