Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.
—from The Ship Song, a song by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
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| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 162,989 | 84.01 | May 27, 2010 |
| Instant Death Mode | 108 | 91.23 | June 4, 2010 |
| Riverside Middle School | 14 | 68.04 | February 9, 2011 |
| ##typeracer | 5 | 74.09 | January 26, 2021 |
| TypeRacer Classic | 2 | 52.81 | June 9, 2021 |
| All TypeRacer Texts | 1 | 68.83 | April 30, 2022 |
| Mrs. Wunschel's TypeRacer Universe | 1 | 52.26 | November 30, 2012 |