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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6430 | 2021-05-10 17:50:46 | 76.70 | 97% |
| 2850 | 2021-01-14 21:01:32 | 76.81 | 98% |