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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 681 | 2021-02-05 21:34:58 | 143.43 | 99.7% |
| 39 | 2015-12-06 04:56:15 | 130.79 | 95% |