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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3705 | 2022-03-15 16:37:44 | 80.15 | 96% |
| 3417 | 2022-02-09 07:38:52 | 87.66 | 98% |