Text race history for md. yeasin (shovan642)

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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
1318 2015-11-23 07:11:40 56.37 91%
1268 2015-11-22 13:50:03 66.62 97%
1120 2015-09-16 12:15:26 66.82 99%
1055 2015-08-31 15:12:58 59.93 95%
951 2015-08-26 14:31:32 54.64 94%
728 2015-01-24 11:47:40 55.96 92%
578 2015-01-06 13:39:21 54.19 91%
84 2013-12-20 12:54:52 43.18 92%