Text race history for Eric (neuronix)

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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
274 2011-03-30 05:07:02 120.70
31 2008-11-11 02:33:23 113.54