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Round o'clock round o'clock where you take me now...
springtime is now over the hill... lets call this death somehow...
I know you share this mortal coil I know you care for this dreadful soil...
tick-tock of you o'clock reminds me to breathe maybe you are here maybe now I'll sleep...
You shall not see me and live. Exodus 33:20
Rank | Name | Points |
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1 | Kimi writes | 378 |
2 | Srivats_1811 | 287 |
3 | Manish_5 | 105 |
4 | AkankshaC | 93 |
5 | Udeeta Borpujari | 86 |
6 | Rahul_100 | 68 |
7 | Rahul Gupte | 66 |
8 | Anshika | 53 |
9 | Srividya Ivauri | 52 |
10 | WriteRightSan | 52 |
Rank | Name | Points |
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1 | Srivats_1811 | 311 |
2 | Rahul_100 | 244 |
3 | Udeeta Borpujari | 209 |
4 | AkankshaC | 195 |
5 | Infinite Optimism | 179 |
6 | Rahul Gupte | 171 |
7 | Anshika | 152 |
8 | Kimi writes | 150 |
9 | shruthi.drose | 142 |
10 | aditya sarvepalli | 139 |
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