Text race history for Mohammad (abdel3leam)

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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
2893 2022-08-14 13:21:43 80.96 97%
290 2021-10-06 10:54:00 64.83 97%