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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9755 | 2025-10-24 03:50:03 | 97.24 | 100% |
| 9464 | 2025-10-20 09:51:11 | 96.56 | 100% |
| 9295 | 2025-10-17 15:07:47 | 108.94 | 100% |
| 1190 | 2021-06-30 11:25:52 | 98.74 | 100% |