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Racer (boy_314)
Race Number 35882
Date Fri, 23 Oct 2020 22:40:46 +0000
Speed 136 WPM Try to beat?
Accuracy 99.0%
Rank 2nd place (out of 2)
Opponents ap02 (1st place)

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When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the air. We drew in deep breaths of it as we walked back from dinner through the cold vestibules, unutterably aware of our identity with this country for one strange hour, before we melted indistinguishably into it again.
The Great Gatsby (book) by F. Scott Fitzgerald (see stats)

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