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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5635 | 2019-05-13 08:57:21 | 162.69 | 98% |
| 217 | 2018-02-10 21:09:57 | 150.39 | 98% |