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Racer Yeet thy meat (yeetusthefeetus)
Race Number 110
Date Tue, 2 Oct 2018 15:26:10
Speed 41 WPM Try to beat?
Accuracy 93.6%
Rank 2nd place (out of 3)
Opponents lickmaballs (1st place)

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I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her.
— (book) by Charles Dickens (see stats)

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