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Racer poo (chakk)
Race Number 4137
Date Fri, 25 Jan 2019 03:50:06 +0000
Speed 212 WPM Try to beat?
Accuracy 99.0%
Rank 1st place (out of 4)

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I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her.
Great Expectations (book) by Charles Dickens (see stats)

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