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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3990 | 2021-11-08 07:48:59 | 93.43 | 96% |
| 1485 | 2021-02-19 22:03:10 | 73.02 | 95.8% |