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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5465 | 2023-02-25 08:43:31 | 82.90 | 96% |
| 5212 | 2023-02-16 03:11:04 | 82.23 | 96% |