Perhaps man has a hundred senses, and when he dies only the five senses that we know perish with him, and the other ninety-five remain alive.
—from The Stories of Anton Chekhov, a book by Anton Chekhov
Active since January 1, 1970.
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
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| 1. | unban me (flaneur) | 215.88 | 100% | 2024-04-09 |
| 2. | (asonetuh) | 162.95 | 100% | 2024-04-15 |
| 3. | (charlieog) | 148.25 | 98% | 2024-03-14 |
| 4. | -ⲘᎯᖇⲕ⋎⟆- (mark4... | 141.76 | 100% | 2024-04-06 |
| 5. | (clergy) | 125.05 | 98.1% | 2024-03-10 |
| 6. | -ˏˋ 🌟 ˎˊ- (rektless) | 91.45 | 98.6% | 2024-04-11 |
| 7. | [BOT] (slowtexts) | 67.31 | 98% | 2024-03-04 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Instant Death Mode | 11 | 81.07 | August 20, 2017 |
| New English Texts Are Here | 1 | 63.56 | February 16, 2021 |
| Default (English) | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |