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Racer Leadman (leadman)
Race Number 42
Date Fri, 21 Dec 2018 00:51:30 +0000
Speed 119 WPM Try to beat?
Accuracy 98.9%
Rank 1st place (out of 4)
Opponents lamaur (2nd place) orchdork7926 (3rd place)

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There is no room to go away. Momentarily the noises increase. Men are firing about him, and he strains his eyes on the opposite hill to see something to shoot at, and empties his magazine at what looks like a man but may be a tree-trunk, and then stops again and gets sick. Another long period of waiting follows. All the water is gone from his water-bottle; an intolerable thirst is scorching his throat. He does not reload his magazine, and makes up his mind to say that his rifle is jammed, so that he need not go further with any fresh stupid advance that may be ordered. This is no time to care about what any one may think of him, it is just too awful for anything.
Impressions of a War Correspondent (book) by George Lynch (see stats)

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