Text race history for Thomas (tskilla)

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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
2854 2011-04-23 11:07:43 117.33
2841 2011-04-22 08:42:53 120.29
2504 2011-04-15 13:03:56 116.50
1474 2011-03-30 13:20:50 109.64
1208 2011-03-26 11:02:15 104.47
677 2011-03-23 01:21:02 105.01