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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3524 | 2021-08-10 12:47:12 | 80.65 | 93% |
| 1516 | 2021-06-23 11:18:48 | 73.69 | 93% |