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Pit Stop
Racer BLAST (slow_2000)
Race Number 153
Date Fri, 12 Feb 2021 11:54:37
Speed 89 WPM Try to beat?
Accuracy 100%
Rank 1st place (out of 5)

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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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