View Pit Stop page for race #407 by mmooaa159753 — Ghost race
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| Official speed | 52.96 wpm (99.92 seconds elapsed during race) |
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| Race Start | June 20, 2020 3:05:44am UTC |
| Race Finish | June 20, 2020 3:07:24am UTC |
| Outcome | No win (4 of 5) |
| Accuracy | 94.0% |
| Points | 81.20 |
| Text | #3622437 (Length: 441 characters) It was a strange feeling, holding the rifle. It somehow removed him from everything around him. Without the rifle he had to fit in, to be part of it all, to understand it and use it - the woods, all of it. With the rifle, suddenly, he didn't have to know, did not have to be afraid or understand. He didn't have to get close to a foolbird to kill it - didn't have to know how it would stand if he didn't look at it and moved off to the side. |