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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1872 | 2022-08-01 19:44:48 | 64.29 | 95% |
| 1512 | 2022-03-25 08:57:25 | 57.99 | 94% |