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Race Result Details |
| Racer | yes ik im slow (your_mom_is_slow_) |
| Race Number | 117 |
| Date | Wed, 19 Mar 2025 16:43:16 +0000 |
| Speed |
53 WPM
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| Accuracy | 98.6% |
| Rank | 2nd place (out of 5) |
| Opponents | dahyunsmilk (3rd place) deviken_games (1st place) |
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The cool morning, pale as pearl, threw tendrils of mist over the blue-gray ice. Ancient trees ringed the frozen water; their dark limbs seemed to hold up the sky. Frost silvered the earth, and all around was the whisper of water, breaking loose winter's bonds. A thrush called from within the wood. There was no sign of the horses.
— The Winter of the Witch
 (book)
by Katherine Arden
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