For a week, almost without speaking, they went ahead like sleepwalkers through a universe of grief, lighted only by the tenuous reflection of luminous insects, and their lungs were overwhelmed by a suffocating smell of blood.
—from One Hundred Years of Solitude, a book by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Active since January 1, 1970.
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|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | (keegant) | 155.68 | 99.1% | 2024-01-28 |
| 2. | (charlieog) | 134.82 | 99.1% | 2024-02-05 |
| 3. | (asonetuh) | 133.29 | 99% | 2024-04-14 |
| 4. | -ⲘᎯᖇⲕ⋎⟆- (mark4... | 123.50 | 99.1% | 2024-03-22 |
| 5. | (clergy) | 122.14 | 98.4% | 2024-01-28 |
| 6. | [BOT] (slowtexts) | 97.76 | 98% | 2024-01-14 |
| 7. | -ˏˋ 🌟 ˎˊ- (rektless) | 85.06 | 97.5% | 2024-04-09 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Instant Death Mode | 18 | 91.77 | October 27, 2017 |
| All TypeRacer Texts | 1 | 97.05 | August 27, 2021 |
| Default (English) | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |