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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2995 | 2020-02-25 06:50:53 | 66.87 | 98% |
| 1741 | 2020-02-04 14:37:55 | 72.66 | 99% |