For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is a sense of being somehow, somewhere, connected with other states of being where art (curiosity, tenderness, kindness, ecstasy) is the norm.
—from Lolita, a book by Vladimir Nabokov
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|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | (keegant) | 156.92 | 99.2% | 2024-01-28 |
| 2. | john (nothisisjohn) | 146.81 | 98.1% | 2024-05-21 |
| 3. | (charlieog) | 131.54 | 98.5% | 2024-02-06 |
| 4. | 1𝐷𝑎𝑦𝐴𝑓𝑡... | 125.73 | 99.6% | 2024-03-23 |
| 5. | (clergy) | 122.12 | 98.5% | 2024-04-29 |
| 6. | [BOT] (slowtexts) | 97.98 | 98% | 2024-01-14 |
| 7. | -ˏˋ 🌟 ˎˊ- (rektless) | 84.19 | 98.1% | 2024-04-27 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
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| Instant Death Mode | 23 | 79.77 | August 23, 2017 |
| Default (English) | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |