Text race history for Himanshu (himanshu.matta30@gmail.com)

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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
279 2014-04-19 20:07:40 67.23 95%
199 2013-11-08 14:20:31 70.48 95%