Precious are the dead that lie there, every stone over them speaks of such burning life in the past, of such passionate faith in their work, their truth, their struggle and their science, that I know I shall fall on the ground and kiss those stones and weep over them; though I'm convinced in my heart that it's long been nothing but a graveyard.
—from The Brothers Karamazov, a book by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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| Universe | Races | Average WPM | First Race |
|---|---|---|---|
| Default (English) | 46,260 | 91.26 | November 11, 2016 |
| Instant Death Mode | 72 | 86.96 | September 3, 2017 |
| ᗜ Stenography | 6 | 111.53 | March 17, 2021 |