Text race history for Uncreative (uncreatively)

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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
1849 2014-02-08 04:59:53 101.36 92%
1226 2013-08-02 04:35:05 109.22 95%
1165 2013-07-30 20:31:16 101.07 95%
1139 2013-07-29 04:14:19 100.74 94%
944 2013-07-05 18:51:40 97.10 94%
783 2013-07-02 03:12:14 96.72 95%
632 2013-04-30 05:25:51 89.51 94%
172 2013-04-21 00:28:51 97.49 94%