Without a queen the locust swarm turned the ground to black. Descending like a shadowy tower on a fish's back and scattered the sticks who crawled like snakes in the sand as the red clay took the form of a lizard who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand.
—from O, Porcupine, a song by mewithoutYou
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| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 43,801 | 83.43 | January 14, 2017 |
| Instant Death Mode | 101 | 90.87 | August 26, 2017 |
| ᗜ Stenography | 1 | 53.28 | August 21, 2022 |
| New English Texts Are Here | 1 | 145.01 | October 14, 2016 |