Text race history for Linda (lsnyder)

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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
2969 2010-09-13 12:14:21 42.58
2894 2010-09-01 16:04:58 41.10
1842 2010-06-04 13:38:40 42.16
1777 2010-06-01 12:30:10 46.37
1755 2010-06-01 11:49:32 42.06
1749 2010-06-01 11:39:33 41.32
1623 2010-05-20 12:59:08 42.78
1054 2010-04-09 13:43:29 42.19
527 2010-03-15 12:36:16 42.80
12 2010-02-02 16:54:43 29.71