Text race history for bread (breadbubble)

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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
2061 2015-08-07 21:06:51 133.92 91%
1792 2015-07-03 22:50:42 134.27 94%
1325 2015-06-21 17:51:00 143.46 95%
907 2015-06-07 00:49:45 118.98 91%
859 2015-06-06 21:24:19 144.26 97%
108 2015-03-29 07:23:24 97.92 95%
12 2015-03-26 05:50:05 95.89 88%