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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6730 | 2021-02-24 18:40:11 | 86.12 | 97.4% |
| 3787 | 2020-08-15 21:01:56 | 75.31 | 95% |
| 3676 | 2020-08-11 14:31:38 | 67.00 | 95% |