Things, events, that occupy space yet come to an end when someone dies make us stop in wonder - and yet one thing, or an infinite number of things, dies with every man's or woman's death, unless the universe itself has a memory, as theosophists have suggested.
—from Collected Fictions, a book by Jorge Luis Borges
Active since January 1, 1970.
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | (keegant) | 175.85 | 98.9% | 2024-01-30 |
| 2. | (charlieog) | 146.17 | 99% | 2024-02-21 |
| 3. | (clergy) | 131.48 | 98.9% | 2024-02-08 |
| 4. | -ⲘᎯᖇⲕ⋎⟆- (mark4... | 129.97 | 100% | 2024-04-25 |
| 5. | [BOT] (slowtexts) | 98.07 | 98% | 2024-01-14 |
| 6. | -ˏˋ 🌟 ˎˊ- (rektless) | 88.76 | 98.9% | 2024-03-19 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Instant Death Mode | 29 | 87.45 | September 9, 2017 |
| New English Texts Are Here | 3 | 86.65 | October 30, 2016 |
| Default (English) | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |