Text race history for Vivaldi (anandmathew2007@gmail.com)

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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
3540 2014-11-21 06:26:27 73.91 94%
3327 2014-06-10 12:09:55 85.69 94%
2674 2013-08-24 21:37:23 78.45 94%
2214 2013-02-14 12:05:48 74.22 89%
1554 2012-11-25 08:27:24 72.12 91%
1430 2012-11-11 14:41:52 66.20 88%
635 2012-08-30 13:18:16 57.86 90%
466 2012-08-16 04:02:52 58.89 89%
28 2011-03-30 21:37:55 41.83