Despondent, lugubrious, no future. We turned our bodies to computer. We are our own nature, abuser, no future, computer, abuser. I can tell every day I stay all the whiteness turns to grey. All the grey to Cimmeria as the black is setting in. Digital black, oh! We've sunken into our illusion, we've fashioned colossal confusion. I am the word of the last human; illusion, confusion, last human. I can see it all around the land. I can feel it with the back of my hand. I can hear a roaring silence of the murky caliginous. I've heard the dark beast has said that the world is like a brittle egg. He can crush it with only breath, and he can bring a black wave of death. Digital black.
—from Digital Black, a song by King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | Is there a self? (deckard_4) | 86.25 | 100% | 2020-10-22 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 1,365 | 96.06 | December 15, 2019 |
| ᗜ Stenography | 1 | 108.90 | February 12, 2022 |
| Instant Death Mode | 1 | 86.25 | October 22, 2020 |