Without a queen the locust swarm turned the ground to black. Descending like a shadowy tower on a fish's back and scattered the sticks who 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 August 21, 2022.
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Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
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1. | 0hyeah (0hyeah) | 53.28 | 96% | 2022-08-21 |
Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
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Default (English) | 37,524 | 82.97 | January 14, 2017 |
Instant Death Mode | 91 | 91.63 | August 26, 2017 |
New English Texts Are Here | 1 | 145.01 | October 14, 2016 |
ᗜ Stenography | 1 | 53.28 | August 21, 2022 |