Text race history for sharan (sharan.nitw@googlemail.com)

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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
676 2013-09-17 15:25:14 37.19 92%
651 2013-09-17 13:51:40 35.74 89%
250 2013-08-29 08:41:53 24.70 85%