Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
—from The New Colossus, a poem by Emma Lazarus
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Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
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1. | horyzen1 nq (lucknumber8) | 89.88 | 95% | 2024-05-27 |
2. | Fayez Johan (mystery420) | 76.02 | 96.2% | 2024-01-18 |
3. | tstats[rudran_darpad] (rudr... | 75.56 | 98% | 2024-02-18 |
4. | BeccaT2 (beccat2) | 58.06 | 96% | 2024-02-04 |
5. | DeeDee (deedee09) | 50.81 | 98.3% | 2024-03-23 |
6. | 0hyeah (0hyeah) | 45.03 | 97% | 2022-10-03 |
7. | Joska_g (joska_g) | 43.17 | 95.4% | 2024-02-21 |
Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
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Default (English) | 8,662 | 79.37 | December 10, 2017 |
Instant Death Mode | 25 | 89.92 | December 9, 2018 |
New English Texts | 3 | 112.78 | November 22, 2017 |
ᗜ Stenography | 1 | 45.03 | October 3, 2022 |
All TypeRacer Texts | 1 | 54.54 | June 20, 2021 |