Text race history for Leif (sixty)

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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
1945 2011-08-06 17:18:02 115.34 97%
1546 2010-06-06 23:56:25 112.77
1200 2009-10-29 23:13:46 110.26
989 2009-10-13 20:58:20 106.33
977 2009-10-13 19:32:32 111.47
472 2009-08-07 20:35:08 107.46
367 2009-07-28 21:28:24 98.41
200 2009-07-27 13:23:46 99.80
18 2009-07-17 04:05:01 81.59