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It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the ethereal bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness...

—from Ulysses, a book by James Joyce

Active since December 11, 2017.
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Instant Death Mode 13 94.30 December 11, 2017
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All TypeRacer Texts 1 55.92 February 8, 2022
New English Texts Are Here 1 120.17 February 1, 2019