It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the ethereal bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness...
—from Ulysses, a book by James Joyce
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| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 29,105 | 78.07 | November 11, 2016 |
| Instant Death Mode | 13 | 94.30 | December 11, 2017 |
| All TypeRacer Texts | 1 | 55.92 | February 8, 2022 |
| New English Texts Are Here | 1 | 120.17 | February 1, 2019 |
| ᗜ Stenography | 1 | 85.26 | September 6, 2022 |