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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3276 | 2019-12-09 16:18:50 | 74.90 | 95% |
| 2149 | 2019-01-10 11:10:31 | 70.97 | 97% |