Text race history for G U E S T (mtreibes)

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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
353 2019-01-28 00:54:00 99.95 98%
293 2019-01-15 17:14:45 82.80 95%
162 2018-12-17 05:29:14 80.47 95%