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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11797 | 2022-06-04 09:54:16 | 108.68 | 97% |
| 7373 | 2020-10-28 10:00:02 | 98.81 | 98% |