Text race history for Tagore Maharshi (tagore55)

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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
2270 2022-12-10 08:26:54 58.19 95%
2097 2022-12-07 14:05:14 62.20 97%
2026 2022-12-06 06:44:53 59.84 96%