Thus spoke my prophetic soul, as, torn by remorse, horror, and despair, I beheld those I loved spend vain sorrow upon the graves of William and Justine, the first hapless victims to my unhallowed arts.
—from Frankenstein, a other by Mary Shelley
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | Sean Wrona (arenasnow) | 174.48 | 99% | 2019-02-03 |
| 2. | mako (mako640) | 162.47 | 99% | 2019-02-03 |
| 3. | Cire (type4harambe) | 133.61 | 98% | 2019-02-02 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| o4do0q2x8u | 3 | 156.85 | February 2, 2019 |