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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| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 2,700 | 79.28 | December 5, 2018 |
| Instant Death Mode | 3 | 118.62 | February 18, 2020 |