I don't know why I'm here. I mean, I do. I'm nervous, I guess. Anxious. I don't sleep that well. And my hands... they're fine now. It's like when you have a problem with your car and you go to a mechanic and it's not doing it anymore. Not that you're a mechanic. I guess a lot of people must come here worried about the bomb. Is that true? It's a common nightmare, people say. I read it in a magazine. My mother always told me that it wasn't polite to talk about yourself. She passed away recently. I guess I already said that.
—from Mad Men, a other by Lionsgate
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| Rank | Username | WPM | Accuracy | Date |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | retired, for now ᐢ.‸.... | 113.25 | 99% | 2022-10-21 |
| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 8,078 | 88.70 | July 25, 2017 |
| ᗜ Stenography | 8 | 84.81 | February 7, 2022 |
| Instant Death Mode | 8 | 92.83 | August 14, 2019 |
| michaelderoche | 1 | 113.25 | October 21, 2022 |