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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2115 | 2022-01-27 23:54:06 | 81.94 | 99% |
| 1758 | 2020-08-31 22:24:30 | 77.73 | 97% |