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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 782 | 2022-01-26 15:09:14 | 82.08 | 97% |
| 515 | 2020-12-31 07:02:06 | 68.34 | 97% |
| 466 | 2020-12-19 08:20:16 | 71.62 | 98% |