When you lose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown. And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone. And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around. So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone... dragged down by the stone.
—from Dogs, a song by Pink Floyd
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| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 36,860 | 85.08 | February 1, 2019 |
| Instant Death Mode | 58 | 94.17 | March 21, 2020 |
| Hip Hop Hits | 35 | 57.28 | February 1, 2021 |
| All TypeRacer Texts | 2 | 66.74 | January 27, 2022 |
| ᗜ Stenography | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |