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Pit Stop
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Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
Round Here (song) by Counting Crows
Language: English
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1 plover_learner 234 WPM 99.0% 230 1/3 March 26, 2019
2 iuseplover2 233 WPM 89.0% N/A 1/3 Oct. 17, 2016
3 arenasnow 210 WPM 99.0% 206 1/2 May 20, 2019
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9 tsvukk 195 WPM 97.0% N/A 1/3 April 2, 2014
10 jessegarcia 195 WPM 100.0% 191 1/2 May 27, 2019