Text race history for Tato (mientefuego)

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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
924 2009-01-09 12:44:15 59.72
631 2009-01-03 15:48:21 60.12
396 2008-12-30 16:03:17 54.17
293 2008-12-16 16:28:38 49.16
241 2008-12-12 11:31:19 47.08