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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1145 | 2020-11-03 02:00:39 | 87.41 | 99% |
| 447 | 2020-10-08 23:07:22 | 88.30 | 99% |
| 108 | 2020-09-28 18:29:35 | 72.94 | 98% |