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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3001 | 2022-11-12 12:08:12 | 76.49 | 96% |
| 1824 | 2022-05-30 12:18:47 | 72.87 | 94% |