A pair of jaybirds came up from nowhere, whirled up on the blast like gaudy scraps of cloth or paper and lodged in the mulberries, where they swung in raucous tilt and recover, screaming into the wind that ripped their harsh cries onward and away like scraps of paper or of cloth in turn.
—from The Sound and the Fury, a book by William Faulkner
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|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | (keegant) | 142.40 | 97.2% | 2024-01-28 |
| 2. | (charlieog) | 133.62 | 99% | 2024-02-06 |
| 3. | -ⲘᎯᖇⲕ⋎⟆- (mark4... | 117.82 | 99.7% | 2024-03-24 |
| 4. | (clergy) | 111.75 | 97.9% | 2024-02-14 |
| 5. | [BOT] (slowtexts) | 98.23 | 98% | 2024-01-14 |
| 6. | -ˏˋ 🌟 ˎˊ- (rektless) | 81.22 | 98.7% | 2024-04-06 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Instant Death Mode | 8 | 85.62 | September 27, 2017 |
| Default (English) | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |