My love is as a fever, longing still for that which longer nurseth the disease, feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, the uncertain sickly appetite to please.
—from Sonnet 147, a poem by William Shakespeare
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | gorblesaur (gorblesaur) | 73.30 | 96% | 2024-02-02 |
| 2. | DeeDee (deedee09) | 69.26 | 98.8% | 2024-04-11 |
| 3. | Madelaine (b1ngus) | 63.05 | 97% | 2024-01-31 |
| 4. | jaden (jdn05) | 34.03 | 89% | 2023-07-03 |
| 5. | jester (xenia_l) | 32.64 | 92% | 2023-11-19 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 3,418 | 66.98 | April 5, 2019 |
| Instant Death Mode | 5 | 76.25 | July 6, 2020 |
| ᗜ Stenography | 1 | 32.64 | November 19, 2023 |
| pastebin.com/yd47Y898 | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |