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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10591 | 2020-08-14 11:47:03 | 119.54 | 98% |
| 5330 | 2019-02-01 08:52:41 | 127.87 | 99% |