My love is as a fever, longing still for that which longer nurseth the disease, feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, the uncertain sickly appetite to please.
—from Sonnet 147, a poem by William Shakespeare
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | Fabio Candido (fcandido) | 57.60 | 98% | 2024-02-06 |
| 2. | DA 💑 SENG (seng5020) | 54.94 | 96% | 2025-01-07 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 3,692 | 66.69 | April 5, 2019 |
| ᗜ Stenography | 17 | 56.76 | July 3, 2023 |
| Instant Death Mode | 5 | 76.25 | July 6, 2020 |
| pastebin.com/yd47Y898 | 2 | 56.27 | February 6, 2024 |