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anyone want to race?

anyone want to race?

anyone want to race?

**Rob, better known online as "TommyTom," had always considered himself a pretty good typist. At 14 years old, he had spent hours on TypeRacer, grinding races and getting his words per minute (WPM) up to a respectable speed. But no matter how hard he tried, he could never crack the top leaderboards. One day, he discovered the TypeRacer Discord server, a place where top typists gathered to challenge each other, share tips, and engage in friendly competition.Excited to finally prove himself, Rob joined the server and immediately started typing in the chat: "anyone want to race?" Every few minutes, like clockwork, he'd send the same message. "Anyone want to race?" "Anyone want to race?" "Anyone want to race?" It didn't take long for people to notice"”and get annoyed."Dude, chill," one user replied. "You don't need to spam. Just post once and wait."But patience wasn't Rob's strong suit. He kept spamming until a moderator stepped in and warned him. Begrudgingly, he stopped, but he was determined to make a name for himself. He finally got someone to race him"”an experienced typist named "SpeedFreak."The race began. Rob typed furiously, his fingers flying across the keyboard. But within seconds, SpeedFreak had already finished. Rob barely managed 80 WPM, while SpeedFreak had clocked in at an insane 180 WPM."GG," SpeedFreak typed in the chat.Rob, humiliated, didn't respond. Instead, he started thinking. What if"¦ he didn't have to lose?That night, Rob scoured the internet for ways to type faster without actually getting better. That's when he found it"”a simple script that would automatically input text at inhuman speeds. He tested it out, watching in delight as his WPM skyrocketed past 200. The next day, he returned to the Discord server, ready to take on anyone who dared to challenge him."Anyone want to race?" he typed again.This time, a user named "GhostKeys" accepted. The race started, and Rob's bot kicked in, effortlessly typing the entire passage in seconds. 250 WPM. Victory."Whoa, nice speed!" someone said. "Are you a pro?""Yeah," Rob lied. "Been practicing for years."More people wanted to race him, and each time, he dominated. But it didn't take long before people started getting suspicious."Bro, your typing is way too consistent," one user pointed out. "No mistakes, same pacing every time.""Nah, I'm just that good," Rob insisted.**Then, someone posted a link: a screen recording of Rob's race. The cursor movements were unnatural, the text appearing too perfectly. It was obvious"”he was cheating.**The chat erupted in laughter. "Lmao, TommyTom got exposed!" "Dude really thought we wouldn't notice." "Imagine cheating in a typing game."**Rob panicked. "Y'all are just mad I'm better than you!" he snapped, but the damage was done. A moderator swiftly banned him from the server with a single message: "Cheating = permaban. Enjoy."Rob stared at the screen in disbelief. His reign as the "fastest typist" had lasted less than a day, and now he was a joke.But things got worse. His parents had overheard him yelling at his computer. Curious, they checked his screen and saw everything"”the cheating, the ban, the embarrassment. They were not impressed."Rob, are you seriously cheating at a typing game?" his mom asked, arms crossed."Uh"¦ no?" he tried.**His dad sighed. "You're grounded. No computer for a month."**Rob groaned, slumping in his chair. Not only had he lost the respect of the TypeRacer community, but now he had lost his precious gaming privileges. He had wanted attention, and he got it"”but for all the wrong reasons.**And so, as the TypeRacer Discord continued without him, Rob sat in his room, staring at the blank wall, thinking about where it all went wrong. Maybe, just maybe, he should've actually practiced instead of taking the easy way out.But nah"”cheating was just way more fun"¦ until it wasn't.