Please forget me. You were right, dear, I am cold and self-involved. And though I'll miss you, recent lover, I am weak, and therefore fold... Get distracted by my music, think of nothing else but art! I'll write my loneliness in poems, if I can just think how to start: "Dot my I's with eyebrow pencils, close my eyelids, hide my eyes. I'll be idle in my ideals; think of nothing else but I."
—from Small Hands, a song by Keaton Henson
Active since December 5, 2018.
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| Default (English) | 5,047 | 76.72 | December 5, 2018 |
| ᗜ Stenography | 17 | 58.17 | November 3, 2023 |
| Instant Death Mode | 6 | 100.84 | March 29, 2020 |
| All TypeRacer Texts | 1 | 45.62 | October 14, 2021 |