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Racer Pop Pip (floppying)
Race Number 4084
Date Mon, 14 Jun 2021 11:37:54 +0000
Speed 87 WPM Try to beat?
Accuracy 97.3%
Rank 3rd place (out of 4)
Opponents bubmaley (2nd place) megdal02 (1st place)

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Nothing, nothing mattered, and I knew why. So did he. Throughout the whole absurd life I'd lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living. What did other people's deaths or a mother's love matter to me; what did his God or the lives people choose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when we're all elected by the same fate, me and billions of privileged people like him who also called themselves my brothers?
The Stranger (book) by Albert Camus (see stats)

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