Text race history for Mohnish (mohnish11)

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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
3251 2018-04-21 12:32:17 63.14 97%
2895 2016-06-29 13:13:52 65.95 92%
2864 2016-06-29 11:01:23 63.67 91%
2700 2016-06-23 12:53:12 71.66 94%
2614 2016-06-21 13:51:08 67.28 93%
1731 2016-04-08 08:22:48 69.48 95%
1555 2016-03-26 12:16:32 64.53 96%
611 2016-02-08 06:56:43 60.79 95%
170 2016-01-07 08:11:44 63.23 96%