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Race Result Details |
| Racer | Typing (typing_ant) |
| Race Number | 362 |
| Date | Wed, 16 Oct 2024 20:37:55 +0000 |
| Speed |
88 WPM
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| Accuracy | 97.4% |
| Rank | 2nd place (out of 4) |
| Opponents | 002244 (4th place) andisim (3rd place) johncha15724 (1st place) |
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The cool morning, pale as pearl, threw tendrils of mist over the blue-gray ice. Ancient trees ringed the frozen water; their dark limbs seemed to hold up the sky. Frost silvered the earth, and all around was the whisper of water, breaking loose winter's bonds. A thrush called from within the wood. There was no sign of the horses.
— The Winter of the Witch
 (book)
by Katherine Arden
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