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Race Result Details |
| Racer | poop (poopbutthole) |
| Race Number | 25 |
| Date | Sun, 5 Jan 2014 07:25:34 +0000 |
| Speed |
103 WPM
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| Accuracy | 91.1% |
| Rank | 3rd place (out of 3) |
| Opponents | fyda (1st place) |
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The day dawned bleak and chill, a moving wall of gray light out of the northeast which, instead of dissolving into moisture, seemed to disintegrate into minute and venomous particles, like dust that, when Dilsey opened the door of the cabin and emerged, needled laterally into her flesh, precipitating not so much a moisture as a substance partaking of the quality of thin, not quite congealed oil.
— The Sound and the Fury
 (book)
by William Faulkner
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