Item: A guy that looks suspiciously like Elvis lives on my paper route. Item: Bigfoot eats out of my trash. Item: A bizarre housewife cult in town has been sealing up their kids in giant rubber kitchenware so they don't age. And now, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I discovered that in Eerie, even man's best friend is up to no good. When I try to tell this to my family, they just think I'm weird. Better weird than dead.
—from Eerie, Indiana, a other by José Rivera and Karl Schaefer
Active since January 1, 1970.
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | (keegant) | 157.38 | 98.6% | 2024-02-23 |
| 2. | (charlieog) | 134.96 | 98% | 2024-01-18 |
| 3. | (clergy) | 112.67 | 97% | 2024-02-08 |
| 4. | [BOT] (slowtexts) | 98.83 | 98% | 2024-01-14 |
| 5. | -ˏˋ 🌟 ˎˊ- (rektless) | 82.60 | 96.7% | 2024-04-18 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |