Dear Santa, every year at this time I send you a list of what I want for Christmas. And every year you callously ignore it and bring me practical things. I don't want that at all. What's the deal? Are you insane? Have you gone senile? Can't you read? Or are you just a vindictive, twisted elf bent on destroying little kids' dreams?!
—from Calvin and Hobbes, a book by Bill Watterson
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
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| 1. | (poem) | 122.72 | 98.1% | 2020-12-20 |
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| Happy New Year, TypeRacer! 2020 | 1 | 122.72 | December 20, 2020 |