Text race history for Ranjith (suram.ranjith@gmail.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
1446 2012-04-06 10:24:19 66.72 95%
1317 2010-03-02 16:58:50 69.66
508 2009-05-13 07:14:26 70.77