You live slightly out of sync and have to pretend you're normal. What should have been a gift forces you to readjust your entire life style. Everyone's under misconceptions about you.
They think your reflexes are fast but you timed your reaction time to be slow.
All they see is the end result. New hits and accurate shots. You never see yourself on time. You see the world as if it was a movie. Expanse. Three dimensional and you're an extra walking around seeing how you can change the film.
You're always ten seconds too early and you wonder, idily, what it would be like to be on time.