Text race history for Andre (myagmea)

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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
6969 2020-02-14 23:49:12 84.27 97%
3878 2017-01-27 21:57:49 81.16 95%
3679 2017-01-26 16:54:03 95.31 96%
2278 2017-01-06 00:27:06 83.79 92%