You lose yourself, you reappear. You suddenly find you got nothing to fear. Alone you stand with nobody near when a trembling distant voice, unclear, startles your sleeping ears to hear. That somebody thinks they really found you
—from It's Alright, Ma, a song by Bob Dylan
Active since January 1, 1970.
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | (keegant) | 159.64 | 98.2% | 2024-01-30 |
| 2. | (charlieog) | 155.85 | 99.6% | 2024-02-21 |
| 3. | -ⲘᎯᖇⲕ⋎⟆- (mark4... | 147.50 | 100% | 2024-04-22 |
| 4. | (clergy) | 128.58 | 98% | 2024-04-22 |
| 5. | [BOT] (slowtexts) | 97.77 | 98% | 2024-01-14 |
| 6. | -ˏˋ 🌟 ˎˊ- (rektless) | 82.54 | 98.3% | 2024-03-02 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Instant Death Mode | 26 | 92.21 | August 18, 2017 |
| Default (English) | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |