Text race history for Cactus (cactus_jones)

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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
1574 2019-10-18 18:26:41 82.80 98%
113 2018-10-25 19:34:22 67.55 97%