Text race history for Minh Sang (minhsang)

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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
142 2009-06-24 15:42:18 28.51
44 2009-06-21 05:04:37 30.80