Text race history for Sian Caleb (promechanics)

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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
22852 2021-05-19 13:20:07 107.60 99%
20028 2021-03-11 02:27:33 117.37 99%
16761 2020-12-24 05:31:38 121.16 99%
13701 2020-07-21 03:21:32 120.19 98%
12888 2020-06-30 08:59:37 109.95 98%
11655 2020-06-11 01:28:31 105.63 98%
6650 2019-07-20 05:56:54 92.81 98%
5947 2019-02-25 09:11:32 96.56 98%
1846 2017-07-11 05:34:12 77.78 98%