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Race Result Details |
| Racer | DeathModer (kido2976) |
| Race Number | 48 |
| Date | Sun, 22 May 2022 21:29:35 +0000 |
| Universe | new_english_texts |
| Speed |
110 WPM
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| Accuracy | 98.4% |
| Rank | 1st place (out of 3) |
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Eckels moaned. He dropped to his knees. He scrabbled at the golden butterfly with shaking fingers. "Can't we," he pleaded to the world, to himself, to the officials, to the Machine, "can't we take it back, can't we make it alive again? Can't we start over? Can't we-" He did not move. Eyes shut, he waited, shivering. He heard Travis breathe loud in the room; he heard Travis shift his rifle, click the safety catch, and raise the weapon. There was a sound of thunder.
— A Sound of Thunder
 (book)
by Ray Bradbury
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