View Pit Stop page for race #11819 by poops_magee — Ghost race
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| Official speed | 73.35 wpm (87.85 seconds elapsed during race) |
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| Race Start | November 24, 2020 11:30:49am UTC |
| Race Finish | November 24, 2020 11:32:17am UTC |
| Outcome | No win (2 of 4) |
| Accuracy | 97.0% |
| Points | 119.80 |
| Text | #4350343 (Length: 537 characters) Spring, if it lingers more than a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer to end the days of perpetual promise. Summer in its turn soon begins to sweat for something to quench its heat, and the mellowest of autumns will tire of gentility at last, and ache for a quick sharp frost to kill its fruitfulness. Even winter - the hardest season, the most implacable - dreams, as February creeps on, of the flame that will presently melt it away. Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself. |