Text race history for Adams (guybrush)

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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
321 2012-10-05 07:44:49 143.78 100%
28 2008-12-15 07:54:19 137.46