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Pit Stop
Racer fried (fried_7332)
Race Number 2627
Date Sat, 14 Mar 2026 9:13:15
Speed 127 WPM Try to beat?
Accuracy 97.8%
Rank 2nd place (out of 3)
Opponents poem (3rd place) sai42 (1st place)

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The sky grew momentarily more brilliant, the sun sank lower, and at last the light came almost level, painting the flat meadows as with a brush dropping emeralds, and throwing from each tiny inequality, and each blade of grass, a separate shade of its own.
— (book) by Henry Montagu Doughty (see stats)

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