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We call ourselves Runners. We exist on the edge between the gloss and the reality: the mirror's edge. We keep out of trouble, out of sight, and the cops don't bother us. Runners see the city in a different way. We see the flow. Rooftops become pathways and conduits, possibilities and routes of escape. The flow is what keeps us running, keeps us alive.
Mirror's Edge (game) by Rihanna Pratchet
Language: English
Submitted by: TheCornhobble
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Avg. speed: 79 WPM
Avg. accuracy: 96.8%

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1 arenasnow 202 WPM 100.0% 215 1/2 April 23, 2019
2 arc_sec 180 WPM 99.0% 192 1/1 Aug. 16, 2019
3 mako640 175 WPM 100.0% 187 1/5 March 8, 2019
4 mporsche02 174 WPM 99.0% 186 1/2 March 31, 2019
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7 jessegarcia 167 WPM 100.0% 178 1/4 Sept. 19, 2019
8 chakk 166 WPM 98.0% 177 1/3 Jan. 6, 2019
9 keegant 166 WPM 99.0% 177 1/1 June 17, 2019
10 notjimmy972 158 WPM 99.0% 169 1/3 Dec. 26, 2018