She may be the face I can't forget. The trace of pleasure or regret may be my treasure or the price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings. May be the chill the autumn brings. May be a hundred different things within the measure of a day.
—from She, a song by Elvis Costello
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| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
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| Instant Death Mode | 63 | 88.06 | December 28, 2018 |
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