To say good-bye is to deny separation; it is to say today we play at going our own ways, but we'll see each other tomorrow. Men invented farewells because they somehow knew themselves to be immortal, even while seeing themselves as contingent and ephemeral.
—from Collected Fiction, a book by Jorge Luis Borges
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| 1. | (keegant) | 160.31 | 98.9% | 2024-01-30 |
| 2. | (asonetuh) | 142.25 | 99% | 2024-04-13 |
| 3. | (charlieog) | 139.45 | 98.6% | 2024-02-21 |
| 4. | -ⲘᎯᖇⲕ⋎⟆- (mark4... | 134.84 | 99.6% | 2024-04-24 |
| 5. | (clergy) | 109.48 | 97.3% | 2024-02-08 |
| 6. | [BOT] (slowtexts) | 98.06 | 98% | 2024-01-14 |
| 7. | -ˏˋ 🌟 ˎˊ- (rektless) | 89.49 | 98.9% | 2024-04-06 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
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| Instant Death Mode | 16 | 95.12 | October 13, 2017 |
| All TypeRacer Texts | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |
| Default (English) | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |