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On the sidewalk across from me, near the entrance to a barbecue joint, some people were holding an old-fashioned revival meeting. The barbecue cook, wearing a dirty white apron, his conked hair reddish and metallic in the pale sun, and a cigarette between his lips, stood in the doorway, watching them. Kids and older people paused in their errands and stood there, along with some older men and a couple of very tough-looking women who watched everything that happened on the avenue, as though they owned it, or were maybe owned by it.

Game Time WPM Accuracy
11374 2020-05-09 23:07:12 156.44 99%
10937 2018-07-09 01:18:52 154.94 99%
10886 2018-07-08 19:41:57 149.87 99%