View Pit Stop page for race #12028 by soupy — Ghost race
| Official speed | 151.58 wpm (31.82 seconds elapsed during race) |
|---|---|
| Race Start | August 26, 2019 12:10:57am UTC |
| Race Finish | August 26, 2019 12:11:29am UTC |
| Outcome | Win (1 of 5) |
| Opponents |
2. storm (120.26 wpm) 3. anonion (105.84 wpm) 4. sworn (104.27 wpm) |
| Accuracy | 99.0% |
| Points | 176.85 |
| Text | #3622445 (Length: 402 characters) From the time I was really little - maybe just a few months old - words were like sweet, liquid gifts, and I drank them like lemonade. I could almost taste them. They made my jumbled thoughts and feelings have substance. My parents have always blanketed me with conversation. They chattered and babbled. They verbalized and vocalized. My father sang to me. My mother whispered her strength into my ear. |