Text race history for Stephen (decriptor)

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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
1031 2011-04-21 20:18:07 68.75
969 2011-04-04 17:44:33 68.45
922 2010-08-25 17:25:34 70.32
733 2009-04-28 05:47:15 52.74
516 2009-03-18 02:51:54 41.95
263 2009-03-09 19:22:22 34.26
262 2009-03-09 19:20:00 35.83
255 2009-03-09 04:05:22 35.33