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Race Result Details

Racer Where are you, Leg? (transporter)
Race Number 4596
Speed 112 WPM Try to beat?
Accuracy 97.3%
Rank 2nd place (out of 2)
Opponents mpu1 (1st place)

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We enter a spiritual puberty where we snap to the fact that the great transcendent horror is loneliness, excluded encagement in the self. Once we've hit this age, we will now give or take anything, wear any mask, to fit, be part-of, not be Alone, we young. The U.S. arts are our guide to inclusion. A how-to. We are shown how to fashion masks of ennui and jaded irony at a young age where the face is fictile enough to assume the shape of whatever it wears.
Infinite Jest (book) by David Foster Wallace (see stats)

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