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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1933 | 2022-08-17 01:01:09 | 70.02 | 98% |
| 1260 | 2021-10-01 15:05:09 | 64.89 | 97% |