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Racer Pinguin (gun0016)
Race Number 5670
Date Fri, 25 Sep 2020 05:01:01 +0000
Speed 92 WPM Try to beat?
Accuracy 97.2%
Rank 3rd place (out of 4)
Opponents tesla_diesel (1st place) wildwisp (2nd place)

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When you're lying awake with a dismal headache and repose is tabooed by anxiety, I conceive you may use any language you choose to indulge in without impropriety. For your brain is on fire; the bedclothes conspire of usual slumber to plunder you. First, your counterpane goes and uncovers your toes, and your sheet slips demurely from under you. Then the blanketing tickles; you feel like mixed pickles, so terribly sharp is the pricking. And you're hot, and you're cross, and you tumble and toss till there's nothing 'twixt you and the ticking. Then the bedclothes all creep to the ground in a heap, and you pick 'em all up in a tangle. Next, your pillow resigns and politely declines to remain at its usual angle.
Iolanthe (other) by W.S. Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan (see stats)

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