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Racer So you have chosen DEATH (mathandphysicsftw)
Race Number 31755
Date Fri, 30 Oct 2020 07:47:08 +0000
Speed 157 WPM Try to beat?
Accuracy 98.8%
Rank 1st place (out of 2)
Opponents gregcannon (2nd place)

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There is no room to go away. Momentarily the noises increase. Men are firing about him, and he strains his eyes on the opposite hill to see something to shoot at, and empties his magazine at what looks like a man but may be a tree-trunk, and then stops again and gets sick. Another long period of waiting follows. All the water is gone from his water-bottle; an intolerable thirst is scorching his throat. He does not reload his magazine, and makes up his mind to say that his rifle is jammed, so that he need not go further with any fresh stupid advance that may be ordered. This is no time to care about what any one may think of him, it is just too awful for anything.
Impressions of a War Correspondent (book) by George Lynch (see stats)

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