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Pit Stop
Racer Your (fecks)
Race Number 86
Date Mon, 11 Feb 2019 7:57:30
Speed 60 WPM Try to beat?
Accuracy 94.3%
Rank 1st place (out of 5)

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His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti. He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin' what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud. He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out.
— (song) by Eminem (see stats)

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