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Pit Stop
Racer tuhrets (tuhrets)
Race Number 35
Date Tue, 18 Mar 2025 20:53:13
Universe longtexts
Speed 47 WPM Try to beat?
Accuracy 94.4%
Rank 3rd place (out of 3)

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The day dawned bleak and chill, a moving wall of gray light out of the northeast which, instead of dissolving into moisture, seemed to disintegrate into minute and venomous particles, like dust that, when Dilsey opened the door of the cabin and emerged, needled laterally into her flesh, precipitating not so much a moisture as a substance partaking of the quality of thin, not quite congealed oil.
— (book) by William Faulkner (see stats)

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