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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 903 | 2020-09-27 10:40:31 | 63.47 | 95% |
| 886 | 2020-09-22 12:55:40 | 61.14 | 95% |
| 278 | 2020-07-07 14:20:02 | 42.32 | 95% |