View Pit Stop page for race #1219 by fastfire — Ghost race
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| Official speed | 71.21 wpm (67.74 seconds elapsed during race) |
|---|---|
| Race Start | February 25, 2021 3:05:25am UTC |
| Race Finish | February 25, 2021 3:06:33am UTC |
| Outcome | No win (4 of 5) |
| Opponents |
1. dearjohncarter (114.88 wpm) 2. imhidayat (110.00 wpm) 3. oops_typo (103.24 wpm) |
| Accuracy | 96.0% |
| Points | 83.08 |
| 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. |