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Race Result Details |
| Racer | CorrectTyping (_accuracy_) |
| Race Number | 18 |
| Date | Thu, 20 Jun 2024 08:33:55 +0000 |
| Speed |
64 WPM
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| Accuracy | 97.5% |
| Rank | 3rd place (out of 5) |
| Opponents | cstore_295 (5th place) maria_maria12 (4th place) nashivan (2nd place) |
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The cool morning, pale as pearl, threw tendrils of mist over the blue-gray ice. Ancient trees ringed the frozen water; their dark limbs seemed to hold up the sky. Frost silvered the earth, and all around was the whisper of water, breaking loose winter's bonds. A thrush called from within the wood. There was no sign of the horses.
— The Winter of the Witch
 (book)
by Katherine Arden
(see stats)
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