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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3347 | 2023-05-18 22:28:30 | 66.20 | 97% |
| 2502 | 2023-03-02 17:53:09 | 73.62 | 96% |