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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4624 | 2021-11-07 09:35:06 | 82.91 | 97% |
| 4555 | 2021-10-20 21:06:28 | 97.27 | 98% |