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Pit Stop
Racer Chris (miraclepoop)
Race Number 984
Date Mon, 23 Aug 2021 11:59:40
Speed 57 WPM Try to beat?
Accuracy 94.7%
Rank 2nd place (out of 5)
Opponents nicodemus (1st place) okvpa (3rd place)

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I placed my revolver, cocked, upon the top of the wooden case behind which I crouched. Holmes shot the slide across the front of his lantern and left us in pitch darkness - such an absolute darkness as I have never before experienced. The smell of hot metal remained to assure us that the light was still there, ready to flash out at a moment's notice. To me, with my nerves worked up to a pitch of expectancy, there was something depressing and subduing in the sudden gloom, and in the cold dank air of the vault.
— (book) by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (see stats)

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