Big tears of frustration and exhaustion were streaming down his cheeks. But because of all the wrinkles, they weren't dripping off. They spread out and ran together again, leaving a watery film over his ruined face.
—from The Stranger, a book by Albert Camus
Active since January 1, 1970.
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | (keegant) | 169.19 | 98.7% | 2024-02-18 |
| 2. | (charlieog) | 167.73 | 100% | 2024-02-17 |
| 3. | -ⲘᎯᖇⲕ⋎⟆- (mark4... | 130.76 | 100% | 2024-01-13 |
| 4. | (clergy) | 107.70 | 96.5% | 2024-01-14 |
| 5. | [BOT] (slowtexts) | 97.69 | 98% | 2024-01-13 |
| 6. | -ˏˋ 🌟 ˎˊ- (rektless) | 85.18 | 98.6% | 2024-03-19 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Instant Death Mode | 26 | 83.67 | August 30, 2017 |
| Default (English) | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |