Dear Sir letters keep coming in the mail. I work my back till it's racked with pain. The boss can't even recall my name, I show up late and I'm docked; it never fails. I feel like just another spoke in a great big wheel. Like a tiny blade of grass in a great big field.
—from Feel Like A Number, a song by Bob Seger
Active since January 1, 1970.
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | (keegant) | 163.11 | 98.6% | 2024-01-30 |
| 2. | john (nothisisjohn) | 160.09 | 99.3% | 2024-05-21 |
| 3. | (charlieog) | 150.49 | 97% | 2024-05-12 |
| 4. | 1𝐷𝑎𝑦𝐴𝑓𝑡... | 126.01 | 100% | 2024-02-12 |
| 5. | (clergy) | 125.46 | 97.6% | 2024-02-11 |
| 6. | [BOT] (slowtexts) | 98.12 | 98% | 2024-01-14 |
| 7. | (sputype) | 90.14 | 97% | 2024-06-11 |
| 8. | -ˏˋ 🌟 ˎˊ- (rektless) | 84.03 | 98.3% | 2024-03-20 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 0 | 0.00 | January 1, 1970 |