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Race Result Details |
| Racer | ππππ·ππ¦π΄ππ‘πππ΄πππ‘βππ (mark40511) |
| Race Number | 237538 |
| Date | Mon, 9 Dec 2019 01:24:11 +0000 |
| Speed |
106 WPM
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| Accuracy | 98.7% |
| Rank | 2nd place (out of 4) |
| Opponents | narcindin (3rd place) poem (1st place) |
Text typed:
 
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I felt despair. The word's overused and banalified now, despair, but it's a serious word, and I'm using it seriously. For me it denotes a simple admixture - a weird yearning for death combined with a crushing sense of my own smallness and futility that presents as a fear of death.
— A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again
 (book)
by David Foster Wallace
(see stats)
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