Text race history for Wes (slopoke)

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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
1599 2009-09-30 18:18:29 48.66
1462 2009-09-24 14:08:51 49.92
1185 2009-09-10 23:40:14 48.41
964 2009-08-06 23:32:41 45.39
874 2009-08-05 18:06:12 50.93
791 2009-07-29 23:36:55 47.58
563 2009-07-12 18:35:01 40.35
533 2009-06-26 20:06:52 39.78
429 2009-06-24 00:00:17 38.60
412 2009-06-23 23:11:50 40.03
392 2009-06-23 20:26:37 40.89
43 2009-06-08 02:26:17 32.95