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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3984 | 2021-01-20 22:20:00 | 84.30 | 99% |
| 1737 | 2020-11-29 23:38:57 | 73.24 | 98% |