Sticks crawled like snakes in the sand as the red clay took the form of a lizard who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand.
—from O, Porcupine, a song by mewithoutYou
Active since January 1, 1970.
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| Instant Death Mode | 7 | 74.58 | September 9, 2017 |
| All TypeRacer Texts | 1 | 25.51 | November 26, 2021 |
| Default (English) | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |