View Pit Stop page for race #221 by poopbiskit — Ghost race
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| Official speed | 79.15 wpm (101.73 seconds elapsed during race) |
|---|---|
| Race Start | August 25, 2019 12:13:51am UTC |
| Race Finish | August 25, 2019 12:15:33am UTC |
| Outcome | No win (2 of 2) |
| Opponents |
1. hottubstream (82.52 wpm) |
| Accuracy | 95.0% |
| Points | 170.17 |
| Text | #3641335 (Length: 671 characters) There is no room to go away. Momentarily the noises increase. Men are firing about him, and he strains his eyes on the opposite hill to see something to shoot at, and empties his magazine at what looks like a man but may be a tree-trunk, and then stops again and gets sick. Another long period of waiting follows. All the water is gone from his water-bottle; an intolerable thirst is scorching his throat. He does not reload his magazine, and makes up his mind to say that his rifle is jammed, so that he need not go further with any fresh stupid advance that may be ordered. This is no time to care about what any one may think of him, it is just too awful for anything. |