Segment 6917 in The Torn Letter Speed Zone: 180 - 190 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.
I thought what pensive patient days
| Racer | Team | Races | DQs | Avg WPM | Top WPM | Avg Accuracy | Top Accuracy | Perfect Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
.png "Monsalvat Nocturne")
himng1
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FLANEUR | 4 | 2 | 185.3 | 194.3 | 97.84% | 98.67% | 0 |