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Pit Stop
The wind blows hard in December. Our last fight, do you remember? Counting the days since we left. You and I, slipping away. The days gone by when you loved me. No way, the way you now treat me. Pouring wine into my glass. Looking back to where we were. There's no direction for us. Here it comes, the endless fight.
— (game) by Monolith Soft
Language: English
Submitted by: Vielle
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1 nothisisjohn 174 WPM 99% 177 1/2 May 14, 2024
2 keegant 156 WPM 98% 159 1/2 Jan 19, 2024
3 charlieog 149 WPM 99% 151 1/2 Jan 24, 2024
4 aaakribane131 146 WPM 99% 149 1/2 Nov 23, 2024
5 xanderec 143 WPM 98% 145 1/2 Jun 26, 2024
6 syrupsandwich 137 WPM 99% 139 1/2 Nov 21, 2024
7 clergy 136 WPM 98% 139 1/2 Sep 29, 2024
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9 mark40511 131 WPM 100% 133 1/2 Feb 12, 2024
10 despot 123 WPM 98% 125 1/2 Mar 2, 2025