Crimson flames tied through my ears, throwin' high and mighty traps. Countless fire and flaming road using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.
—from The Byrds My Back Pages, a song by Bob Dylan
Active since January 1, 1970.
246 total characters in this text.
View Pit Stop page for this text
| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | (keegant) | 143.25 | 98.1% | 2024-01-30 |
| 2. | (charlieog) | 135.94 | 98.1% | 2024-02-21 |
| 3. | (clergy) | 134.49 | 98.8% | 2024-04-20 |
| 4. | -ⲘᎯᖇⲕ⋎⟆- (mark4... | 121.16 | 100% | 2024-04-23 |
| 5. | [BOT] (slowtexts) | 97.94 | 98% | 2024-01-13 |
| 6. | -ˏˋ 🌟 ˎˊ- (rektless) | 80.89 | 98.5% | 2024-03-16 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Instant Death Mode | 16 | 75.72 | November 5, 2017 |
| Default (English) | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |