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Race Result Details |
| Racer | real poem (nonquit) (poemalt) |
| Race Number | 1135 |
| Date | Tue, 10 Sep 2024 00:11:52 +0000 |
| Speed |
151 WPM
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| Accuracy | 98.6% |
| Rank | 1st place (out of 3) |
| Opponents | erex_chen01 (2nd place) prinplup9 (3rd place) |
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Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz, between what's flesh and what's fantasy. And the poets down here don't write nothing at all. They just stand back and let it all be. And in the quick of a knife, they reach for their moment and try to make an honest stand, but they wind up wounded, not even dead.
— Jungleland
 (song)
by Bruce Springsteen
(see stats)
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