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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4468 | 2020-12-25 08:04:47 | 71.87 | 97% |
| 2340 | 2020-10-26 07:21:07 | 73.62 | 96% |
| 1861 | 2020-10-20 08:31:45 | 70.03 | 96% |