I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
—from Wuthering Heights, a book by Emily Brontë
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
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| 1. | Yassin (yantroboy) | 45.85 | 93% | 2021-07-30 |
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