Text race history for Is there a self? (deckard_4)

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The breath of the morning, I keep forgetting the smell of the warm summer air. I live in a town where you can't smell a thing; you watch your feet for cracks in the pavement. Up above, aliens hover making home movies for the folks back home, of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits, drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets...

Game Time WPM Accuracy
10924 2020-09-20 03:06:40 111.46 99%
10923 2020-09-20 03:05:48 106.83 97%
10922 2020-09-20 03:04:42 95.69 97%
10921 2020-09-20 03:03:43 104.02 98%
10920 2020-09-20 03:02:45 94.77 97%
8859 2020-06-28 01:49:23 98.24 98%
8813 2020-06-27 20:12:11 94.67 97%
7672 2020-05-29 03:13:41 87.37 97%