Text race history for Connie (connie)

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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
882 2009-03-22 17:13:22 38.12
843 2009-03-17 03:07:03 39.41
827 2009-03-15 03:40:42 44.06
453 2008-09-29 05:10:08 38.57
382 2008-09-24 03:26:04 33.98
125 2008-08-21 01:06:58 34.02
107 2008-08-20 01:54:41 34.24
24 2008-08-13 22:24:47 37.29