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typeracer

Pit Stop
Racer (poem)
Race Number 203033
Date Mon, 27 Nov 2023 15:33:49
Speed 155 WPM Try to beat?
Accuracy 98.2%
Rank 1st place (out of 5)
Opponents natebuckner4 (2nd place) rref (3rd place)

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The sky grew momentarily more brilliant, the sun sank lower, and at last the light came almost level, painting the flat meadows as with a brush dropping emeralds, and throwing from each tiny inequality, and each blade of grass, a separate shade of its own.
— (book) by Henry Montagu Doughty (see stats)

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