Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, what a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned. Several seasons with their treasons, wrap the babe in scarlet colors, call it your own. Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye, talk about your plenty, talk about your ills, one man gathers what another man spills.
—from St. Stephen, a song by Grateful Dead
Active since January 1, 1970.
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| 1. | (keegant) | 148.57 | 99.1% | 2024-02-03 |
| 2. | (charlieog) | 145.22 | 99.4% | 2024-02-23 |
| 3. | (clergy) | 118.21 | 97% | 2024-02-12 |
| 4. | [BOT] (slowtexts) | 98.43 | 98% | 2024-01-13 |
| 5. | -ˏˋ 🌟 ˎˊ- (rektless) | 80.40 | 97.2% | 2024-03-19 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Instant Death Mode | 11 | 86.76 | September 1, 2017 |
| All TypeRacer Texts | 1 | 108.02 | June 6, 2021 |
| Default (English) | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |