Text race history for Mitchell (mitchfest)

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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
2822 2014-12-26 15:49:52 80.18 94%
2800 2014-12-06 14:30:40 85.29 95%
2653 2014-08-13 23:04:42 84.46 96%
2644 2014-08-05 13:44:17 88.58 97%
2393 2014-02-04 13:42:58 86.37 95%
1674 2013-12-21 12:11:01 86.04 97%
1393 2013-11-07 18:55:46 76.36 94%
553 2013-05-18 18:27:14 73.09 95%
386 2013-04-12 18:29:28 63.51 92%
346 2012-10-21 11:18:28 62.27 94%