For there is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself than Beauty: namely Grief.
—from In Search of Lost Time, a book by Marcel Proust
Active since January 1, 1970.
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | (keegant) | 165.01 | 98.8% | 2024-01-28 |
| 2. | (charlieog) | 157.63 | 99.6% | 2024-02-05 |
| 3. | -ⲘᎯᖇⲕ⋎⟆- (mark4... | 134.12 | 100% | 2024-02-03 |
| 4. | (clergy) | 109.23 | 97.4% | 2024-02-03 |
| 5. | [BOT] (slowtexts) | 97.82 | 98% | 2024-01-13 |
| 6. | -ˏˋ 🌟 ˎˊ- (rektless) | 81.36 | 97.9% | 2024-03-01 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Instant Death Mode | 33 | 92.36 | August 18, 2017 |
| Default (English) | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |