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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 277 | 2021-02-06 14:09:58 | 79.67 | 96.6% |
| 43 | 2020-12-17 14:50:45 | 64.56 | 97% |