Text race history for Maxwell (minority)

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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
3002 2014-08-04 10:02:59 67.32 94%
2964 2014-08-02 14:40:56 75.84 96%
2502 2014-06-30 06:04:11 75.91 99%
2480 2014-06-28 10:51:15 69.80 97%
2223 2013-04-17 05:03:54 61.57 90%