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Race Number 39479
Date Sat, 2 Mar 2024 16:34:10 +0000
Speed 124 WPM Try to beat?
Accuracy 97.1%
Rank 1st place (out of 1)

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Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are. A thing there was that mattered; a thing, wreathed about with chatter, defaced, obscured in her own life, let drop every day in corruption, lies, chatter. This he had preserved. Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossibility of reaching the centre which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded, one was alone. There was an embrace in death.
Mrs. Dalloway (book) by Virginia Woolf (see stats)

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