Segment 6915 in The Torn Letter Speed Zone: 160 - 179 WPM
I tore your letter into strips
No bigger than the airy feathers
That ducks preen out in changing weathers
Upon the shifting ripple-tips.
In darkness on my bed alone
I seemed to see you in a vision,
And hear you say: Why this derision
Of one drawn to you, though unknown?
Yes, eve's quick mood had run its course,
The night had cooled my hasty madness;
I suffered a regretful sadness
Which deepened into real remorse.
| Racer | Team | Races | DQs | Avg WPM | Top WPM | Avg Accuracy | Top Accuracy | Perfect Accuracy |
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guappanese
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VYN | 0 | 1 | N/A | N/A | N/A | N/A | 0 |