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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6389 | 2020-11-22 03:36:24 | 86.51 | 98% |
| 1700 | 2020-05-13 16:13:16 | 71.99 | 98% |
| 1628 | 2020-04-24 14:16:21 | 77.93 | 98% |